Premonitions
I thought we’d start a storm between our fingers. You laced yours with mine, and I could feel your heat crash into my palm. And I could feel the cold air building in yours that had radiated from mine. And in those few seconds I swore I saw lightning in your eyes. And now I know it was just a reflection. It was my eyes that I saw and not yours. It was just the light you lit inside of me showing me the moment you’d snuff it back out. And if only I hadn’t been so focused on the heat I might have seen the impending cold.