What my favorite thing about you was
You could touch me
Without using your hands.
Everyday, I felt your warmth
It had become apart of me
I felt so warm.
Until one night
The night I finally understood what winter was
What it meant to feel cold
The only source of warmth I could remember
Was the slap I felt when you walked out that door.
Never to return
To leave me in the midst of a blizzard
And a gentle stinging in my eyes.
