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?