Your voice felt like ice water on my warm skin on a summer day.
As you were approaching me, they warned you –
But you still found a way.
Your words untangled my worries, they soothed the burns and aches.
I kept on wondering whether you made it in time
Or was it way too late.
Your scent wrapped around us like an ungodly string, indestructible…
Little did I know back then –
Even promises can turn cold and corruptible.
Your eyes gave me shelter but the winds were still way too biting.
My fingers held onto your cheeks for hours.
Still, you let them take me without fighting.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 