Him.

A Poem.

Photo by Gary Meulemans on Unsplash

I walk on the trail. I see the snow on the ground and my breath in front of me. I feel his arms wrap around me and the relief that my collapses in to. I look up to see the green of his jacket and his chin scratchy against my forehead.
I know
Him.

I dance in the kitchen. I see the room that we have and how we are planning to use every inch of it. I feel his hand…