-a collection of lost warmth

chilled empathy

i sit in front of my mirror,
and ponder over what i have done to hurt you.
you snap and you scold, yet i find your old warmth
in the comfort of your sunny yellow hoodie.

you have soft lips and a sharp tongue.
you find a way to makeup for dwindling warmth
in my warm breast, you nuzzle close.
i feel your life, you seem to be leaking out,
your passion pitter pattering onto the floor
beneath your feet.

you've become a husk emptied by the
testing trials of life,
because you see your own parents marriage falling apart. you watch as they fall out of love,
and fear that the fate will spread like that of
a plague.

i don't truly know the way you feel, i haven't dealt with a similar pain, thank the merciful deities.
but i feel it when your energy surrounds me,
sinking into the pit of my own stomach.
it tangles as if yarn,
long forgotten in the locked hallway closet.

for when i taste your fleeting warmth, i drain myself of my own exuberance, and pour myself into you.
and it has never been more worth it.

-m.h.