A Cold War

You're so warm.
I could lay here for days or even weeks
and I would welcome the atrophy
if it means I don't have to leave this place.
I think about you all the time.
When I'm at work and just before I go to sleep at night.
You burn so bright, you've made your mark.
I still see you when I close my eyes.
You know it doesn't rain here as much as it does back home.
And I like your voice better when it's not just over the phone.
But I promise not to be sad if you won't.
This distance means nothing to me.
With the end of Winter,
came the end of a cold war.
Let's bring these sheets to life.
I can't keep quiet anymore.
This may burn like alcohol flowing through my heart.
But baby, you're my chaser.
So let's get this started.
Every minute I drive is another mile away from you.
It's hard to believe it was only an hour ago that I was on your couch
holding your hand, kissing your lips and repeatedly reassuring you that I never mind when you rest your legs across mine.
With the end of winter, came the end of a cold war.
If you promise to keep it warm, I'll give you my hand.
If you promise not to hurt like I do, I'll give you my heart.