This empty bed is cold
Because you aren’t next to me
The heat between our bodies
Kept my heart intact
As we were wrapped in
An old-fashioned quilt made for us
I knew you hated my freezing feet beneath yr legs
But we held each other laughing
As we made love on a winter’s night
Now, the bed is barren
Alone, I cry myself to sleep
Wondering if you are lonesome also?
Or are you with someone with less cold feet?
I wish you were here
As the snow tumbles daown
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The coldness of feet is quite a sign on many levels, even when it shouldn’t be.