For the record...this is not a love poem

National Poetry Month 2022

I go to text you 

When the weather is nice

I remember you shivering

Hands in your pockets

Future forward, eyes ahead

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I wonder when 

the seasons will shift

And your hands will emerge

I imagine them warm

And searching 

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I know your clearest

Thoughts have yet to be written

I know you look good on paper

I know your sighs fill more than a page 

I know you like conclusions