Red with Cold

my hands are red with cold

knuckles aching from me refusing to

                stop typing and maybe attempt

                                something close to [maybe] sleep.

and with the chill

that is crisscrossing its way into my bones

                I remember the warmth behind

your hug. My glasses fogging from the heat radiating

                from your “oh so punk” 3 dollar jacket

                           [that I by the way love[d]]

and your arms warm around my waist.

My toes on tip, trying to stay close, but

not fall in.

what a lost fight that became.

 

                but now with some serious cold

                                finding its way deep into my

                joints. I want you here. Which,

                even in my head sounds silly.

                cause who am I to you?

                Let alone, how did you crawl under

                my skin, so efficiently?

either way,

    I’m oddly still counting down the days.

 

Reviews

[Dan Bullock]

I like the dream state injected with moments of pure clarity, I'm not sure whether it's intended but the thought process and the moment you've been through comes across perfectly.

'what a lost fight that became' and 'so efficiently' are my examples of sudden awareness for me! :)

[kaycee]

God, I hate that feeling. When your rational mind is telling you that you're being oh so silly, but your hopelessly romantic side is encouraging you to hold on.

I particularly love the line "My toes on tip, trying to stay close, but
not fall in."

Such a fine line.

[Parker Pearl]

soon enough.
we'll both warm our hands at a figurative fire.
preferably with lots of coffee as well.
;)

[J.Black]

You write with such power, it's wonderful.
I can relate to this poem, there are many times were I felt like I too was falling.

[Colleen C Dunphy]

Wonderful. I've been there, felt that feeling. Falling when you don't want to fall, freezing when all you want is the warmth of that person.
Great write!

Best,
Lee