Cold Hands
You tell me to write one about cold hands,
and my once warm fingers go frigid,
just wanting to feel
something like your body
one more time.
This frost bit love is taking me in parts,
freezing me slowly till it all goes numb.
Amputated empathy
and sliced off sense of self.
Hypothermia of the heart.
When you froze into a glacier,
I felt the cold on my skin each night.
And now I
am freezing
too.
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Moments Belonging to No One: A National Poetry Month Chapbook
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