Cold

Cold

chills run up and down

my spine, through my blades

you seep into my bones

both new and old

through soft, smooth

aged, wrinkled

You are always there,

my friend from birth

to my death.

I feel you, every season

every year, every day

as I age and gray

you are constant

you're with me and will

stay

I can not shake you off,

or remove you.

You've sunk into

my bones, and have

imprinted yourself

into my mind, body,

and soul

Never leaving, yet

ever changing

-ADF 02/24/15*

*Slight changes have made from the original poem to this iteration.