Winter 2018

I am remembering the crunch of snow beneath our feet

walking past apartment buildings and sidewalks covered in ice,

I am clutching your arm,

trying not to further aggravate injuries,

the only real injury is to my inner child’s ego,

being told no when wanting to play outside.

I am waiting for the snow to melt.

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