winter and that old chill

Silence and a mist over the slushy white.
I said, "I miss you."

Do you understand?

I do not have a book of code, how does one learn to read me properly?

I am complex,
and also simple.

I require communication - hugs - and delights.

Lately there is hasn't been much of any,
and i'm starting to get cold.

Hold on to me, as the winter deepens her chill, turns us inside out, and says, "SHH, listen to my heartbeat under my mystical white."

So blanket me with security, hold my hand, head and heart until I fully trust that what you want is also what I need.

or maybe it's something completely different,
and winter always shows what summer can't.

We place ourselves in the hole and then wonder how we got here, and I'd say this time I'm wide-eyed and knowing, and still,

I do not want to be alone.

It is cold,
it is dark,
and your skin breathes so well next to mine.