grasping

Fresh fallen slush gives away as you take a sip of warmth. Who would not want to join you? Those portals you peek through leave the rest wondering how to sidle up to such sweet water. Is it possible to know I wonder as I drag my muddy hoe through. As the time slipped away I knew there must be a way to kiss that broken jaw. The same jaw that broke me. Grasping for thoughts as we traded glances and smoke, I wondered if perhaps I was the only living boy in New York.