Eyelids drooping
Shoulders aching, they fail
The momentary shake
Of the glass on the table
Sends droplets of water
Onto my skin, I shudder
The floor is only of snow
My arms feel empty, bare
The cold bites comfortably
Yet cold sweat on my forehead
Has made me frantically search
For a candle or two, maybe more
To thaw my mind and heart
From all this waiting
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