i lift my hand to the sky
i hold my cold, dry palm up high
your gentle embrace graces my skin
my cracking tapestry of veins and bones

i lower you down so i can see you
twinkling, freezing, before my own teary eyes
you were my cold star on a hot summer night
but my star is no longer in your night sky

i carefully pry my fingers open
as these lips you once kissed form a small circle
i blow you away
drift free, cold star, you need not return to me

deep down, i know you can't turn around
deep down, i know our veins don't cross
my starless, icy palm returns to my side
residing where you once were before i sent you off

slow pulsing, tear dreaming for that cold summer embrace