Written long ago, unfreezing now.
It was freezing cold,
I closed my window.
Frost formed,
And I wrote your name
On a drowsy morning
Steam sat on the glass door of the bathroom
Dulled by the distances and the paucity of conversation
The steam stanced like a stained glass
And I wrote your name
I nibbled on food
Mindlessly munching
I wrote your name on my plate
And fed my soul
Asian lemon chicken tenders
1 year ago