frosty thoughts...

scrunch, scrunch, scrunch
only a few steps out the door
and my nose is completely froze
walking to sage for the beginning
of play.

the temperature cuts directly
through impenatrable layers
warming silk in theory but
not really.

if i were a fairy tale right now
i would be the one about
the ice queen.

familiar sounds
there is someone talking
and laughing in my room.
deja vu.

then i realized why i felt the
the same. she sounds exactly
like you.

if i shut my eyes tight and
touch my nose i can pretend
you're here.