I go to text you
When the weather is nice
I remember you shivering
Hands in your pockets
Future forward, eyes ahead
*
I wonder when
the seasons will shift
And your hands will emerge
I imagine them warm
And searching
*
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
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