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When your cold feet

In the darkest of nights

Brushed against my own toes

It sent shivers in my spine 

Supined in my dreams

Of more than a decade of falling in love with you

Unrequited.

As I pressed my own head

Onto your sweet smelling back

My hopes for a reciprocated gesture

A touch, a nudge, a quick acknowledgment 

Of my invigorated love

Drowned by my own fears of your own fears

To let go of your inhibitions.

You did not turn your face towards me

But I kept on resting my nose on your frame

Until the break of day

Breaks the ennui of my sleepless devotion

That remains unfurled in our own worlds

Of unresolved crisis in how we see ourselves

In the eyes of our own dreaded nightmares.

The brushing of your feet against mine

The summoning of your all too familiar scent 

The silence of your feelings failing to give answers

To my years of undying, relentless peculiar love for you

They all vanished in the sky when you bid your goodbye

The remains of our hasty embrace--

Find relic in every verse, in every line

In this poem I am writing 

While I rest my head on your pillows

Salvaging whats left of your fragrance

My lonely toes begging to be touched again

By the brushing of your own cold feet

My parched soul longing to warm your heart.