• Icy,
    Like my breath,
    Against a window,
    Fog forms,
    And like a child again,
    I write my name,
    And giggle like butterflies inside my tummy,
    And I press my nose,
    Against the glass,
    And it leaves a dot,
    But now,
    My nose is colder,
    When it was,
    Already,
    Cold to begin with.