to the bone

to the bone,
feel
chills, like
fresh December snow,
ice,
frost on the windows,
and
I am as a bird,
weightless,
feathered to depart,
to fly
to you,
whatever may come between,
wherever you may be,
in a small town
or deep amidst the bustle of the city;
I will
walk,
run,
dance
with you,
hand in hand,
we will
keep each other
warm,
safe,
always;
you are
in my heart
as I am in yours,
it is here,
no matter the weather,
together:
all we need,
to be
where we
belong.