It's growing cold by the second....

What do you do when the one shoulder you could have leaned on goes cold

The one fireplace that was supposed to keep the house warm and welcome refuses to glow

You come running to break into a pair of arms but you see them crossed, closed

You sob and pray, and bow waiting for a caress on your head but hear no approaching footsteps

You see a dream together and wait all the years to celebrate its fulfillment but you don't see it reflected in the other pair of eyes

You tap and pull the shoulders;
You burn your fingers trying to light the fireplace;
You beat his chest with your fists to open the pair of arms;
You get up from your prayer, wipe your tears walk all the way to the other door;
You try to remind the other heart about the dreams you saw together

But the coldness prevails

You shrug your shoulders
Fold your fingers into a lotus;
Treasure your dreams in that lotus;
Wrap it in warmth of the fire burning in your heart;
Submerge it in your tears;
Keep the lotus close to your heart;
Close your eyes with a wet warmth under the eye lids;
Go into a slumber half awake, scared to see any more dreams