moments after your arms release

Braeden Sagehorn he/him/his

profound whispers

towards the heart

keep it beating

and as it marches on

the warmth of the body

hugs closer towards infinity

a warmth so unpronounced

that time itself stops

allowing for the heat

to finally sink in.

where does the warmth

go when the hug is gone

but out into the world

for others to enjoy.

this absence of heat,

this cold, is nothing

but love dispersed

among the many

creations here

on this great blue

ball.

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