I was reminded of you.
That book you hated I saw today.
I remember what happened back then.
Thought of you.
And what we did.
There was a chair, comfy and warm.
In the morning, I reached for coffee, and had tea instead.
Because I thought of your kitchen.

That voice of yours. I hear it.
You're not supposed to be here.
In the snowdrifts.
In the scratches on classroom desks.
My hands miss yours. Cold.

So cold.

And I think it's sad.
And ask, are you warm right now?

I was reminded of you.
That book you hated I saw today.
I remember what happened back then.
Thought of you.
And what we did.
There was a chair, comfy and warm.
In the morning, I reached for coffee, and had tea instead.
Because I thought of your kitchen.

That voice of yours. I hear it.
You're not supposed to be here.
In the snowdrifts.
In the scratches on classroom desks.
My hands miss yours. Cold.

So cold.

And I think it's sad.
And ask, are you warm right now?