Winter Gloves

The story of a person seeking for warmth in his hands.

Winter Gloves

I couldn't feel my hands

And so I walked

Into the sparkling

Metropolitan

Oasis

And was greeted by sales

And music

I walked amongst the rows

Of needless items

TVs playing the same

Damn

Movie

And I came to what I needed

In a corner of the store no one saw

And I picked the saddest gloves on the rack

Because I felt bad for them

I walked to the register

Gloves held tightly in my hands

And I placed them on the counter

And the cashier smiled

And my hands were never cold again.