Most of the times
I percieved you
by the temperature
of your being

On days like this
you were always cold
You never came
yet I still wait

Somedays you were hot
you held me and made me yours
Our actions and feelings were raw
I felt you close but I never knew
this is when you were so far

I loved you most
when you were warm
I felt your colors
I touched your thoughts
And your warmth enveloped me
as a whole

It´s now winter again
I still wait
but there´s a difference now

Because I now know
that when I feel this cold
you´re *dead