Constant Contact

I miss warmth.

It seems my toes are constantly cold.

And I don’t remember feeling this way

I’ve spent time in far colder places

Frozen ice packed ground for seven of the twelve months.

But now I’m cold.

Cold without that family.

The constant contact we all shared.

The chains of warmth we used to bind ourselves in.

Any combination of snuggling

To keep our bodies, hearts and minds warm.

Constant contact as if to say

“You’re not alone”.

But now my toes are cold.

I pull blanket after blanket over me

But I’ve never felt as warm

As I did when it was

Minus thirty degrees.