and every winter i brush my fingers inside my coat pocket

and find you hiding there,

nestled between wrappers

and it all comes back to me

you're here again

i greet you like the season and you keep my hands warm for a while,

though i avoid your touch

and just like last time, i leave you sitting there in my pocket

in the back of my mind

until i get my big winter coat out

and you come back to me again