Nowadays

Nowadays

My heart beats so fast

Like the flakes of snow falling outside

When my face is pressed against frosted glass

Or the push of a small bird’s wings against the wind


I glance to the red-haired curls of a smile beside me


Tea trickled with milk

A bag of sugar


Fingertips 

Aching with the willingness to embrace

Aching to pour warmth out of them like silk


If beats keep coming so fast even in their calm,

Will I run out?

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