Our First Time

poem written in poetry class

emptiness
dark clouds
refuse
to leave

outside
needing this
escape
from them

music
plays softly
inside
my head

cold
the air
hurts
so nicely

can't
see the
house
from here

tranquil
waiting for
snow
to fall

must
not see
any
other colors

need
to lie
down
near Willow

leaves
no longer
block
the sky

skeleton
hands reach
and
I know

grey
is the
color
of beauty