A Shiver

A Shiver

A shiver has come over me
and I feel so cold

something hurts me, and
it twists inside, maybe

I could die, wouldn’t
it be nice to be done
at last having done
nothing, except maybe
there was a peculiar love.

Oh remember me my lovely love
who knew me always simply well

so I can grasp you to my chest
when my heart will beat no more.

I am so cold,
hug me.

— Douglas Gilbert