him

Cold windy night

I sit alone on my window seal

With my coat and hat on 

Ready to run outside

But I’m waiting

Just waiting

Six years of waiting

The man I loved 

Is somewhere out in

This frozen world

Maybe he’s wrapped up

That patchwork jacket 

I made him 

Six years ago

Or 

Maybe he’s in a small

Cedar box under the snow

But really I know where he is

He's sitting all warm and cozy

Next to her 

In that little house on the hill

-Gwendalyn Fuentes