Tempted to send a single line,
see if it pulls you in this time,
they have before, we’ve talked once more,
skating on thin ice,
I know could crack at any time.

Is that the thrill?
Is that the need?
Seeing if the ice can withstand the heat?
If we can swim in coldest water,
find a way toward each other,
warm our bones and remember what mattered,
what matters?
Do we know,
will we ever?

Hope for hope in hopeless tatters.

Emily©