There is warmth
on the other side of the line; 
when you stay up a little longer 
just so we could continue talking. 

There is warmth
within our arguments; 
when you're hurt that I went too far, 
but you still say 'goodnight'.

There is warmth
on your calloused palm;
whenever you hold my hand 
and neither of us can't seem to decide to let go first.

There is warmth
even on a rainy night;
when you sing to me your favorite songs
because you know how much I miss your voice. 

There is warmth
in the reminiscence
of all that we've been through; 
to find ourselves still together. 

There is warmth
in every waking moment;
when I open my eyes, and remember your name –

and all that warmth brings me to life. 

- ℐ

(11•02•20)

(A/N: It's my S.O's birthday today! I made this poem as a present for him. :) )