Cold Outside

There must be
Some ably-appropriated
Beauty

Startling
Stunning
Sitting
Right next to me

Or maybe
Miles
Away,

Waiting
Wryly
Wishing
To be discovered

Hopelessly,
Helplessly
Optimistic

There must be
Still
That someone
Waiting for me

Not sure where they are
But I know they exist

At least
In my ideal
Mind’s eye.