April Storm

Part 1:

I could not see

the lines on the highway

but your hand pressed

onto my leg

fingers curling against my knee,

the heat of your body


the chill from outside.

Part 2:

You took my hand

and said

watch your step,

the crunching snow

giving way to

your footprints

and I step inside

each one.

Part 3:

The morning light swept my face

and before I allowed

my eyes to open

the wind’s howl

slipped into the room;

you pulled me closer

breathed into my neck

and I tugged the blanket

to our chins.

Part 4:

The crawl of Sunday morning


and slowed again,

instant coffee

sipped to the

tune of cello


and the lightness

of laughter from the kitchen.


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