it smells like snow
you said as you stood in the opposite
direction of the oncoming wind.
i wonder if you can sense other things
the way you smell these miraculous
workings of nature--
like can you sense right now
these unspoken thoughts
and these masked feelings,
as you turn your back towards me
and refuse to cast your gaze
and i, thought i momentarily,
stand behind you only to
keep myself safe from the chill
because when i was young,
my mom once told me colds could kill.
so i'll never let myself breathe cold air such as this.
(it's safer that way, )