Take me in, in the middle of the
night. It's cold waiting here on your old front porch, so
let me in. You're boiling tea in the kettle, rubbing your
hands together to keep you warm. Ever since we went our
separate ways we've both gone really cold. You pour a
glass and talk to me about your new job. I don't listen,
I just watch you shiver, while my own teeth chatter. I take a
sip of the sweet tea but this hot cup just doesn't do it
for me. You reach for my hand and I reach for you collar.
Once we collide we make winter feel like
summer.
