
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?