Tepid

Tepid is the room at this moment
His freezing eyes that move only for the pages

You holding yourself against you

Just to keep the temperature from dropping below
Though it never really matters, tonight it will be cold.

Hapless is your chest, heavy with regret
His dauntless hands holding only the pages

You holding yourself against you again

Just to keep off the wind and the snow
Though it never really matters, tonight you will be cold.

Kelly Curiel
January 20, 2004
1:05pm
1st draft