The Liquid Frost Melts into Morning by Lynette G. Esposito
I am in my life’s winter
where the cold eats my bones,
melts my hopes
and shuts the storm door
with me on the outside vulnerable
shivering.
If you were here,
I would be warm again.
Those days are long ago.
Now I am made of frost flowing down
the street,
disappearing before it reaches
Lynette G. Esposito, MA Rutgers, has been published in North of Oxford, Self Anthology, Bards for Hunger, That Literary Review, Poetry Quarterly, and others. She is a known cat lover and was married to Attilio J. Esposito.