You led me up the mountains to touch clouds; pulled me through the cracks of ice and said
we would find green together.
You described the images so clearly
I could just start to imagine it myself.
The cold nights spent together were most warm because you were beside me,
but summers almost over now and
i've shed all i've had but my skin.
I held everything together with my own hands; realized i've always had one free to hold theirs
and that I never really had much anyways.