Cold Hands (A Lesson on the Way You Love)
I lost my gloves the other day
The good ones, with the fleece lining and the leather frame.
Today, you asked if I would like to take a walk with you
In the bitter cold of December snow.
My gloves went missing, I said,
and I have to make posters.
You laughed and told me to come anyway,
Though I shook my head and complained my hands would freeze
And the doctor would have to amputate.
I would be fingerless, handless, and traumatized by the ordeal,
But you laughed despite my growing scowl
That promised lumps of coal in your stocking.
You asked a simple question, a simple walk just down the street.
It was so much more than simple.
I lost my gloves, I wasn't ready...
You offered to buy me coffee after, just to warm my hands around the cup.
You knew I didn't drink coffee
And that I would smuggle stir sticks in my pocket anyway.
Losing three dollars didn't seem too much to you
If it meant I would gain a dozen stir sticks,
And maybe a few sugar packs too
(Though you told me I didn't need the extra sugar
Since you liked me bitter in any case).
I shook my head. I wasn't ready.
My gloves were missing.
Okay, you said.
We watched a foreign film instead
Despite the lack of English subtitles
And while she died, my hands went cold...
But I still found you near.
- - - - -
Okay, everybody with me now..."AWWWWWWWWW!!!"
Yeah...it's been a long day, hence the long write. Enjoy it now, enjoy it in December...
Enjoy it when you find it.
[This message has been edited by chasing rain (09-09-2003 11:04 PM).]