chilled

the ice is never going away this year.
it gets warm and then we freeze again
and it doesn't matter how close you get
under the sheets, legs tangled.
the cold always comes back.

my bones are cold.
my toes and ears and fingertips
never seem to ever want to thaw.
red and angry
and then it happens all over again.

it hurts all the time. just a little,
and then a lot.
and the moments where i hold my breath,
those few, sweet moments.
but, a girl has got to breathe to keep sane.
a girl has got to breathe to keep sane.

it was a treacherous morning,
there was no one on the road.
a silent, ice filled morning.
the sound of the snow falling,
the steady beat of the wipers
and your voice.
i held my breath.

but a girl has got to breathe to keep sane.
a girl has got to breathe to keep sane.