The warmth on my skin At first it borders unbearable But then the feeling changes It warms up the cold that’s inside. It drowns out everything else There’s just that place and the warmth No emptiness, just warmth For a little while at least. And even after the warmth leaves There’s the marks that are left Silent reminders Of possibilities. The possibility to forget The possibility to feel something else The possibility of replacement Of not having to deal For a little while at least. But then not long after, Things change It’s not a reminder of possibilities anymore Suddenly It’s a reminder of reality Suddenly the warmth feels cold.