Climbing Up Out Of The Ashes

Staying Cold

we flipped over the table to write our names on it to show the world it was ours,

the first thing we made together with our hearts in our hands.

I polished the surface and sanded it down, 

you cut the wood and shaved the corners into a big square,

each piece we nailed to another, together until our thumbs ached.

Yeah we slipped the hammer a couple times, 

I loved hearing your breathless curses at the object that couldn't care less.

now we look at our table holding the coffee cups,

wondering how long we are going to freeze in this winter,

before we tear it apart and use the table to start a fire to keep us warm.