pre supper joint
Added 2022-01-31 01:13:37 +0000 UTCpre supper joint
I wear my winter blues reluctantly but with dignity
You lock the door behind me so as not to let the January into the house
When the wind shivers my way I feel for the key in my pocket
Fingering the ridges of the one cut just for me
The comfort of home and the hum of dinner and wine and love there awaiting my reentry
The snow is actually sparkling like in a painting and I smile because I’m actually happy
I want to be held and told I won’t always be afraid I’m going to lose it
There’s something starved inside me
But I cannot touch it
Comments
This is beautiful.
Ryan Goebel
2022-03-02 22:08:20 +0000 UTC
