I remembered that time
I took the bus to your house in the
dead of winter and how
the bus got stuck on a hill for
fifteen minutes and how when
I got to your house
my anger melted like the snow
on my boots
and none of it;
the cold,
the people,
none of it mattered anymore
when I crawled into bed with you and
placed my cold
hands and feet
upon your back.
Oh how you would
squeal and scold me before
wrapping your arms around me.
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