Sometimes I remember you.
It is always something small
insignificant
that brings us to mind.
The song on the radio
the color of my pajamas.
The feeling of someone else's touch.
The knots in my back
and the flutter in my chest.
Suddenly I am back in those days
back in the snow shivering
in the middle of the night
waiting for you.
You were always so warm
I still don't understand it.
Or was it just that I was cold.
That my heart had seized up
letting the rest of my body
slowly freeze.
Then I'd melt into you
wishing you could cover me
like a blanket.
Even then you weren't enough though.
Before I knew it I would be cold
again, standing there in the snow
and wondering
what exactly I was doing.
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