My heart is road-tripping halfway across Ohio and back.
He walks to a nearby pond, anticipating lights to shimmer off of it,
but instead finds brightness in her eyes. There are runny noses
and hands are frozen, but pink fingers are offered pink gloves.
And he is offered a warm bed, undressing next to freckles and eyelashes.
Someone asked my heart where he would wake up, and he responded:
the question is not where, but when, and the answer is I just did.
Created: Feb 03, 2011justinzrenner Document Media