Clasp this sense of longing tightly against the frost,
a tiny flame flickering painstakingly against flesh
Not enough to ignite fingers,
but discomfort serves as a constant reminder of its presence.
The cold creeps closer despite the fervid protection
and everything grows numb, whether by ash or necrosis
It becomes apparent that stroking fire becomes the worst kind of pain,
even if the warmth is momentarily soothing
Apathy serves as is its own form of torture,
but love will always be accompanied by loss.
Author’s Words for Thought
“You can love someone so much…But you can never love people as much as you can miss them.” -John Green