Cold experience

I cup my freezing hands over my mouth to breathe warmth into them.
I’m alone in isolation right out side your field of vision.
Your warm with your book of homely thoughts and whispers.
I breathe only to moisten my already frozen hands.
And again I realize I am a fool.

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