I'm sure there's nothing else,
I just don't want to leave.
The heart leaps into the throat
And blurts unbidden.
Not entirely a surprise;
Steadily built velocity.
My face reddens.
Tragic beauty rings a clear, true bell.
In the cool evening air,
Her hot tears steamed away quickly,
Leaving only a chilly fingerprint on my neck.
Between its shivering lines, it read:
I am warm, and you are warm
But we are making each other cold.
~Why use one hundred words when eighty is all that's needed? Poetry is the only written form where I am capable of succinctness.~