it’s too cold in my bones
a blizzard of pain and regret
piled up three feet high
hailstones of “what if”
missed opportunities and divergent paths
hit whenever the sun
sinks below the horizon
like clockwork.

drinking coffee with a blanket covering
my body can only thaw so much.
my bones beckon for a fire
to melt it all down.

start brand-new without
the weight of a decade
stuck in the snow hill.

strike a match watch it catch
fire burns free and warm
no storms to be seen.

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Jessica Pascale is a writer living in Southern Connecticut. She writes about love, longing, dreams, and discovery. When not writing, she can be found drinking decaf coffee and listening to music.