You know,
I won't pretend. I do pretend,
but this is not the same.

I swear, dear,
you're the world that stands too close to the sun
and it burns just to wonder
about you

I'll stop thinking,
speaking,
breathing,
if that is necessary.

to remain in my frozen
world so far from yours
and I'll smile when
I feel a warmth on my cheek

but I've forgotten why,
and how
and from where the warmth
is coming.

and you can sigh
as the breeze blows through,
and chills your spine
with the memories of
what may have been

could have been,
might have been,

if our vastly differing
temperatures,
had not caused this
destructive tornado.

the tornado that
tore down the ladders
that I'd built to let you over my walls
and now,

who will bother to climb?