Some nights, when I miss you most,
I'll stand out in the cold
And hope that the shivering
Will distract my body from
My wildly beating heart.
Each frozen breath
Keeping my tears at bay
And my fists clenched.
Rather than turn from the wind,
I face it full on
Bracing for the impact;
Like that time you slapped me
Out of frustration
And stopped me from making things worse.
But the chill of the nighttime air
Is nothing compared to
You leaving me here.
No fire can burn enough to warm me now.
Only the heat of your skin
Pressed to mine
Can thaw these icy bones
And take me back inside.
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