November 14th, 2014
today is black and white.
my home is empty.
my body is empty.
a tree that sways like the days.
everything is here,
but the leaves are gone.
warmth is found within the wool.
a fire place with the charred remains of the nights.
but there is still no fire.
cold is held in by the cotton.
the kettle has come to a boil,
and these fabrics have been stitched together.
memories are covered by this blanket.