An older piece. Eh...

I walked in the dry cold, a cold found in Fall. A cold that runs too deep. Like the days I'd follow you home. I'd question if I should be there, I'd wonder if I care. I'd feel the cold of uncertainty, travel throughout my body. I'd shiver. I'd endure the warmth beside me, as I pressed my cold nose against your face, the overwhelming heat made me close my eyes. I lie. Only to myself. I love the walls around me, your hand's friction on my arms. You kept me warm. I'd leave. The cold never failed to burn. You weren't meant to keep me warm. You kept me pleased and deceived.