Maybe I should buy a Snuggie®.

As the winter begins to again seep into my perceived world,
I use clothes as my pseudo-armor,
layering to keep in warmth.
In staunch dissonance
I will begin to leave complicated tracks.
As snow dissolves familiarity,
leaving only cold ambiguity,
I will begin to miss you
even more
as I cannot make enough heat
to warm my core.

Author's Note

This was written by Ben Lingemann.
Please do not plagiarize, All Rights Reserved.