Upon arrival of winter
I hope death comes fast,
warm as hope,
quiet as snow falling
on the other side

I turn my eyes to you
You are sleeping
on the unmade
loving
bed
The wind howls
The door
scratched by the claws
Your tremor
your fears
your distress

and
just then…
I forget that it’s winter

And…
I forget
how
this poem
had begun

G.F.Molinero

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