hypothermia

 i miss you and i long for you most days
 i remember  your body's shape and texture
 its precise temperature and pressure
 against my chest

 two hearts high-fiving each other-
 keeping time with life;
 two chests expanding into one another,
 growing off the other's warmth.

 there was time
 time     enough 
 time    for more

 a moment   outside time
 to recall when inside time,
 when our chests have 
 gone their separate ways,

 huddling their own warmth