Seeking shelter in the fabric
that protects us from a winter morning,
we still live in the illusion
that we'll capture every sunrise
for the chance to see a reciprocal smile
in the air's early radiance.
With two figures connected
in a deceitful penumbra
we can reminisce about
the memories we fail to make
and the scars we gently place
on one another's bare wrists.
As our breath forms a silhouette
in the sun's nascent rays,
we awaken to the empty space in our grasp
reserving our connection only for the moments
in which our minds lay idle.
Decomposing in a gray reality
but thriving in a vibrant trance.