For Emma, Forever Ago

It was winter.
We had been standing out,
For some time,
Under the night sky
Vaguely looking up at the stars.

It was cold.
I was thinking for my fingers:
How I wished I’d worn gloves,
Until your hand came
Snaking after mine,
Your fingers warm and delicate.

Our breath lifted lightly from our lips,
Mixing, mingling in the moonlight
As I tried to forget
What words tasted like
Dropping from the tongue.

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4 thoughts on “For Emma, Forever Ago

  1. A very sweet moment captured in your poem. I especially liked, “I was thinking for my fingers:” – as if they were your children (and her fingers her’s).

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