You spoke kind words, a blissful reprieve from the silence and stagnation. Warm words, too few to count, too subtle to embrace, Yet the sun was shining through two small too small windows And my heart was racing too fast to slow then, too warm to freeze still. I felt the tremors, choked on dry air. I felt the shockwave pump blood through rusty veins worn tired from disuse. My eyes mirrored yours hypnotized and ignorant of the change in motion. The sun was shining but the light was in your stare So innocent and intrigued. So unlike mine. I couldn't bear the contact. Struggling and stuttering, my silence will save you. You'll keep what I lack Embrace what I've lost Receive brief surrender By your eyes' blind kindness.