Until It's Warm
Alas, I must
I hadn't a choice, really
I coiled in fear and agony as I caressed her cold, leathery skin
Yelling for her spirit to reenter with no such luck
Days dragged on
I cry no less
Months pass me by
A dream one night
I am a changed woman
I reach out for her had and only feel warmth
My love is not gone
This poem is about:
Me
My family