Ice Cold
Ice cold.
The feeling of your metallic limb when it touches my skin,
Why? Why would you do something so drastic? So impulsive?
My hand connects with yours to give your warmth,
Only to find that the heat from my body isn't enough to ease your pain.
Do not give up hope.
Perseverance is what keeps us strong, pushes us forward,
The journey will inevitably be rough, but is there any other way?
No, what is done cannot be undone,
Though rumor has it that a certain tincture can wash away your sorrow.
What object do I speak of?
Yes, that is the burning question,
Many have tried and failed, sacrificing lives and cherished ones only to find more peril,
How could you live with the burden of creating such a thing?
Your heart is heavy enough, why add extra pounds?
Sacrifices must be made.
You know sacrifice all too well,
The other, well, feels the weight of phantom pain far more than you or I,
You can say that he feels nothing at all really,
I wonder how that truly feels?
Can you feel it?
That's the feeling of love,
We love you both; we honestly and sincerely do with all our hearts,
We trust in you to make the right decision,
And ultimately, to return things to the way they were.
Fin.