Phantom Ache

the cold bites so deep

New moon slips between clouds,
heavy with thoughts of snow.
Wind urges me to walk faster
before the winter storm arrives.

And I wonder, where are you
on this stormy winter night?
Where are you, snuggled warmly,
wrapped in woolen comfort?

My empty house longs for your
soft voice and sweet perfume.
Late at night, I can hear the
walls moaning for your return.

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