Cold
It's not the throbbing headache that bothers me.The loss of appetite or
How tired I feel and look in the mirror.
It's not that my voice is used so little that
It rasps when I finally talk or
The fact that I'm constantly dizzy.
It's the way I shiver
From head to foot.
The goosebumps.
I'm chilled to the bone.
Chilled to the heart.
No matter how long my shower or
How hot my tea.
The feeling is unphased.
Aren't I always the warm one?
I'm missing what warms my heart.
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