One day,
a few months from now,
you'll miss these words,
soaked with warmth,
as my response
to your texts will be
like that of yours to mine
right now: lukewarm.

Or maybe not.
You were never warm.
You never will be.
You will always be:

Lukewarm : a practical #poem. Expecting a #lukewarm person to transform later is lame and delusional. They won't. If they didn't love you when you were around them, it's very rare that they will love you when you're away.

3 JAN 2017 AT 2:10