Big

Across the table
my grandfather speaks of war,
nostalgic iced over streets
so symbolic in their
liberating treachery.
I feel you here,
feel your endless listening
Longing to wrap my body
along your Big
Bear
(bare)Warmth
Make you cry out with
the truth
of your own
Greatness.
So many times, days
I did really not see you
and now I have released you
from a prison
you could not perceive.
The longing makes no difference
means nothing
in the cold rain of Today,
promises of solidarity form
cold webs of walls between
while simultaneously
shattering
the frosty walls
entrapping your Big
Heavy
heart.