My dear warm pie,

It’s cold, very cold one more time.
Your warm voice in my head is my only heater now.

I hear you say, "Do you want a piece of chicken?"
and my pinky defrosts...one more time.
I hear you say, "I filled the car with gas,"
and my right toe defrosts...one more time.

It's very cold, very very cold now. The storm would let go.
Eon storm. I hear you say, "Where is the phone bill?"
And the tip of my nose softens, thaws and starts running.
Running down my lips.

My dear warm pie, if I keep hearing your voice in my head
maybe I could make myself sweat before I fall into sleep.

Yours forever,
Your sunset/sunrise forever yours
Yours forever yours.

[ PS still searching for the lost treasure ]