only the heart

overcast grey

cold day

walking to the store

my hoody gets wet

the wind throws knives through me

I think I still have feet

but my lips fell off a mile ago

with each step though

my heart begins to grow

widening my eyes

to the orange colored sky

the winter trees

bereft of leaves

the smell of fireplaces

a thought of warm faces

my toes begin to thaw out

without a doubt

my lips are still there

lightend care drys the air

the hoody becomes almost hot to wear

I see myself running naked through the street

impulse control fires before I get the shoes off my feet

Its still cold fool, I laugh to myself

shining as I walk

I realize

only the heart