Are You Warm?

Two thousand fourteen, lockers and ceramic floors You caught my eye every single time you walked through the doors Just a quiet shadow drifting past my desk in the hall Till I finally found the courage, standing awkward and tall “Are you hot?” I asked, a stupid question to break the ice You laughed a little, and the spring afternoon capsized We took to the screens, glowing blue in the dark of our rooms Typing out secrets, watching all of our innocence bloom Seventeen years old, holding hands in the sweet spring breeze I fell for your mind, your laughter, your beautiful gravity Every piece of your soul became the map of my home And if the universe collapses tonight I’ll tear through the gravity, chasing your light I love you with all that I have, and the parts I don't keep Across twelve years or a thousand lifetimes of sleep I’d give you my soul in the dark, over and over again Now there’s morning light on the walls of a place we call ours Our pets asleep at our feet under artificial stars Almost twelve springs gone, but your hand still fits in my palm In a chaotic world, this small apartment is calm We built a kingdom out of thrift-store sheets and quiet breath I’d search the debris of a broken sky Just to find the warmth of your sleepy sigh In this life, the next, and the ones left to write I’d find you in the dark, my permanent light Are you hot? Still warm in our bed Twelve years later And every lifetime ahead Just you and me