I thought of you last night,
As I held off the cold.
I noticed the emptiness it brought,
Yet we were at one with this chill.
All fear was possible,
Yet easily laughed off
As I knew at once
The warmth of your touch.
I smiled, walking,
Then laughing.
If not for thoughts of you
I would be consumed
Within the horrors of me.
If not for the touch you give,
I would die,
My whole life malnourished,
Staving off all healthy thought.
There was when I was a youth
A time to practice mindless ecstasy
Though I was never mindful
Of true hapiness.
I knew not what I had and now
As many born with no recognition,
Seek that very thing.
Within my words
My most precious thoughts crept
Unseen.
Within my mind
My most precious words crept
Unheard.
