in from the outside,
fingers under the faucet;
cold water feels hot.

Tags: weather, winter

numbing with each step,
frigid digits fumble keys;
unlock door or freeze.

I thought you would call,
and stupidly kept waiting.
was I to call you?

your proximity
often seems to render me
inarticulate.

surrounded again,
but never quite belonging
in the midst of it.

love is all about
what you give, not the feeling
you get in return.

Tags: love

no matter how small
each task leads you away from
or toward your goal.