long winter poem

i miss you
i miss you
and i can’t tell you
if i tell you i might wreck everything
and i don’t want to wreck anything

when you get here i will
open my hands to yours, i will
close my dry, chapped fingers
around your smooth, perfect
thumbs, i will
trace your long, telling fate line
with my bitten down
fingertips

i miss you
i miss you
and i can’t tell you
if i tell you i might wreck everything

when you get here i will
open my door and
lead you in, i will unzip
your thick coat and close
my strong, tired arms around
you, i will
hold you so tight you might think
i won’t ever let go

i miss you
i miss you
and i can’t tell you

how these nights have fallen
on me like rain, first
a sprinkle, then
a shower, now
just a constant
downpour, and i am
cold, and i am wet, and i am
waiting. in my dreams, i have
told you all the things you have needed
to hear, when you get here, no words
will be important enough to say

i miss you
i miss you

you have the softest hands