Spilled Tea

Moments In Pieces

Sometimes I feel as though
there is something
I've forgotten and my heart
is itching to remember.
Maybe it's fragments
of future moments.
All of the little things
that I can't piece together
in these moments
that are coming to me in shards
all feel like it's you
that's with me.
It feels like your hand is in mine
in every single piece
of these memories.
It's something about
long night drives in the rain.
Something about
the top of a tower
over looking lights and trees,
little snowflakes in my hair,
nights in hotel rooms
with soft pillows.
Hot chocolate with candy canes,
plane flights over city lights,
bubble baths,
the feeling of warmth
coming in from the cold,
physically and emotionally.
I want to learn more
about how these
puzzle pieces of moments          connect together
and whether this really
is some kind of premonition
of one of the many memories promised with you.
These shards of this picture
of safety and happiness
feel like walking inside
to the warmth
in the middle of the
biggest snowstorm
that I've ever
seen or felt.
I hope that one day
you'll come to me,
along with these moments,
and I'll finally feel relief
from the bitter cold.