These nights were ours

I learned how it is to feel alive
In dim chambers
A wet body, closeness
Warm thighs, tousled hair
Loving hands,
Caring words.
Our footsteps in the snow
Faded

I know how it is to feel alive

Hollow wishes
concrete souls.
Sensation o luminescence
artificial and cold

The empty shining
is my light.
The cold air in my lungs
is my dirty warmth.

Someone is the scape.
You were mine.