Frostbite

You were white hot embers in the cold of winter.

To hold you is warmth amidst the cold.

To hold you was unbearably searing pain.

I sit

Frostbitten in place by my fear of what fate would befall me if I should choose to hold you nearer

Or let you sit.

By the time I had decided the former, you were already frozen too.

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