Carolyn Smart
Poem
‘IT WAS SO COLD, I ALMOST GOT MARRIED’. GRAFFITI
I
It was February
I live in a cold climate.
Because his body is warmer than mine
I cling to him night after night.
Before he fell asleep,
He’d turn his back to me.
He loved to sleep with the window open.
I’d lie there for hours,
feeling the heat of his back
radiating against me.
Just when I thought
I’d be better off alone,
he’d wake and hold me.
I couldn’t help myself.
II
It is such a cold world.
I met a man at a party
who talked of loneliness
and I knew he was lying;
he was just like me.
When he said he loved me,
over and over, night after night,
I almost married him.
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