Warm

We were so happy once

Smiling

Never knew but still felt the temporality of it all

Fragile

Looking at old pictures trying to recapture it

Kinda like the sorrow I feel when I use heating pads in my glove

I snap em and instantly feel regret

The liquid becomes a hot solid

Burning my blue fingers

The harder I squeeze the better I feel

But the sooner I know the heat will end

Would that I never squeezed you too tight

Would that I never allowed fear to freeze me

I need you and I pray that you need us too

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