I guess I can understand it now,
A sudden load of pressure,
Invisible string on my thumb,
Pulling it back further,
From the name that delighted me so,
Turning frowns to smiles like magic,
Our heartbeats changing rhythm together,
Now it’s just static…
Memories of the time spent,
Words exchanged from our lips,
Now all that’s left are a severed tongue
And frozen fingertips.
The Writing Room 