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Hypothermic
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How cold it is here without you!
Why didn't the harshness of the wind
before autumn's descent
register on my vulnerable senses
until I could no longer claim
your arms as shelter?
How could I never have known
the longing for a compassionate touch
when the air is still with solitude
until none of my desperate reaching
ever made contact?
What could I feel of the solemn weight
of one chill tear trailing down my cheek
until your shoulders
were no longer there
to relieve my burden?
Now I've been frozen in place,
Unable to move forward,
Stuck fast, mired in memory.
I wonder—would I ever have let you go
If I knew it meant suffering hypothermia
With my only chance of survival
To cool the last warmth I feel
for you?
