Jess's Sonnet

Wish You Were Here

One day I’ll move to warmer climes,

devote myself to sea-filled coves,

brush sand and sunlight from my hair

and sleep wrapped in your arms.

You’ll pick flowers as a gift,

find quiet spots where we can swim,

carry me across the rocks,

with laughter in our eyes.

The snow still has us trapped, for now,

its chill has seeped into your heart,

too far in for me to reach it.

That’s why your words taste like poison.

Your hands have been hardened by the frost

and I am not enough to thaw them.