My house had lain lost in darkness for weeks.
On the window panes, the frost grew two inches deep, and I was caught in a long, endless sleep, dreaming I was freezing.
You came into my room suddenly, spilling out sheets of light over me.
The air was shimmering under the weight of the heat that you gave off so easily.
You said you could not stay.
You were burning up and away.
Not long after you'd gone, the cold came back along.
And now the ice, it will not melt, but I have not forgotten how that heat felt.

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