Cold

Here I am warm
but out there I am cold without her
he said
broken heart and halting English
at my little window
He signed, I stamped in blue ink
each of us batting back tears
Does this make her death real
or any more bearable?
Would that I could send a small glowing
coal to warm him on his way

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