early February cold and soft feelings, romance, maybe, careful and careless. Read or listen here.
This way perhaps, or is it there
We pause as if we’re close
The frigid air, a cold snap’s snare
Has crept up to our toes
It’s hard to tell just where we’ve been
Now that we’ve stopped to see
We’re wrapped in why’s and how’s and when’s
Feel bound and boundless, free
On beaten hearts off beaten paths,
One riddle left to lose.
A little lost, a little found,
Yet still we get to choose.
Written February 11, 2021
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