Him

I wonder if I'm shivering

from the cold

or my nervousness

of seeing Him

As snow falls heavily

winds whip my fingers and nose

and I question when he comes

Shaken by the thought

that He may not come

my heart jumps to my throat

My breaths are uneven

my heart is the only beat I hear

I close my eyes

I try to remain calm

then I give up

And as I am about 

to turn around,

turn to safty

I spot

Him

He runs to me

and I run to him

he is covered in snow

as I am too

I feel his warmth

in one single hug

And as we turn together,

turn to safety,

 the snow seems to fall

a little slower

******

Emily