Warm

You tell me
you’re leaving
but you won’t
take me with you
and I hope

when I say
“Bring me back
something warm,”

you hear
“Wrap a little
of that warmth
around your fingers
and then wrap those
around me when
you get back.”
~2/10/17
____

2017 has been a rough one, poetry-writing-wise.

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