Cold

the winter wind
slowly creeps
into the seams
of my black
double-breasted
pea coat

the chill
on my bones
sends sparks
running into
my nervos system
as messages
fly into my brain

im cold
on the inside
underneath
my jacket
and somewhere
between my
skin and bones

i know
its the weather
but i cant help
but think
its something
more personal

cold like
a body
that just
let go

cold like
a bed
with no
one to
sleep
in it

cold like
my hand
without
yours
entwined