Your thoughts Seem warm, thinking all about me. Run in the endless snow as, our noses both love to do the running too. Lets both be going down the cold mountain of life' valley of fate & dreams. Darling, we then would go riding down the valley' despair and ski. Kept warm by a kiss of flames under my breath. The sun is covered by clouds, but a son like, me, can take up the work. Only put me on; and; consider my warmth. As in winter; humbled warm words fill you up with warm worth. I'll be your frozen tear drop of joy.
a missed call notification lingers on my phone, taunting me in the small moments, reminding me of opportunities lost. A single minute voicemail replayed a hundred times. Your voice seeping into my marrow growing cold as it lingers. It's all I have left, all of you that remains. A notification, a reminder, a promise that just hours before it all, I was what occupied your mind.