Cold dark night
Gentle wind
"My hands are cold"
you complain, glancing at me
I reply with an eye roll, and hold out my hands
We keep walking, hands laced together
One warm, one cold
They say when you mix heat with cold it makes a tornado
A tornado, I felt it in my stomach
Swirling through my heart
'This is normal, we're friends'
I try to tell myself, But your smile changes my mind. I want to be more. I wish-
