I Know More Then You Will Ever Know

I'm gliding on the cold ground.
Winter is coming.
winter is coming.
I say, in a hurry to get somewhere.
My hands ache
in desperate need of clutching you warm delicate hand.
Winter is coming
dam I should have brought my mittens.
Iam dragging my feet to a random location,
in search for those pair of eyes,
I once meet, some days ago.
I told myself,
I wont make it too obvious.
Agreed.
Walking.
Gliding.
Dragging my feet.
I sit down,
confused.
Walking no where
will get me no where.
I sit
On the cold ground
that burns me
from its frost.
I wait for the answer
without even having a question.
I think.
I sit.
I'm cold.
Your hand.
Your eyes.
Are you ready for this?
I say.
I said.
While the cold air
eats at my exposed skin.
Inside I shiver.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Are you ready for this?