There's a photograph that wobbles in my head, it puzzles me
A memory from long ago that I promised to forget
You have a smug smirk on your face
I have your light blue, plaid shirt on
My dark green backpack is half open
Filled with Kit Kats and sour cream & onion chips
We were supposed to be stargazing on that warm, summer night
But you said that we needed to talk
So we walked back to your apartment in silence
Except for the sound of the buzzing street lights
I hesitated
You didn't have your arm around my shoulder
You unlocked the door and set the thermostat to 0 degrees Celsius
I was shivering, trying to grab a blanket or a sweater
But there was nothing there to comfort me
Just cold
I needed warmth
I reached out to you
The coldest thing in the living room
You almost froze me
But I escaped
And I never felt cold again
