Some friends grow cold like winter,
rain frozen on eaves,
I easily reach up and snap it
and feel the ache as it melts in my hand.
We risk a cold wind in our bones
every time we share a smile
or a cry, for the warmth created
by the heat of a real friend.
"Some friends grow cold like winter
ReplyDeletewaiting for someone to move the white fresh powder and deflower it"
I've never thought of friendships this way, but it rings true ~