{"sf1_id":389717,"sf2_id":"rn94XQym","title":"Colder than Snow, Warmer than Fur","author":"Jacob King","words":215,"posted_at":"2012-06-13T13:43:00.000Z","tags":["Death","Love","M/F","Poetry","Sad"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/389717-colder-than-snow-warmer-than-fur","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/rn94XQym","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/97/7b/977b4f38-6649-4bf7-92bc-624b10afd064","description":"This is just me venting out in poetry. This was not written for anyone.\nProbably shouldn't have spent my morning reading through the love stories on the Love Gives Me Hope website.\nOh well.","content":"_There is not a day that passes_  \n_Where I don't remember your name._  \n_It's like a chill that keeps me cold_  \n_And continues to make me lame._\n\n_The touch of your body gave me_  \n_Armor to make it through each day._  \n_Your words were like a thick fur coat_  \n_That always warmed my heart. Today_\n\n_Feels like every other day, where_  \n_I only look forward to sleep,_  \n_Because, when I'm awake, there is_  \n_Nothing I'd rather do but weep._\n\n_They say that love conquers any_  \n_Wall or obstacle life can throw,_  \n_Yet perhaps the soul who said this_  \n_Must have been immortal, you know?_\n\n_You're gone. You're dead. You've passed the line_  \n_That's been destined for every soul._  \n_How I would mangle my own health_  \n_To hear your voice again, you know?_\n\n_You always said that life was funny_  \n_Because its jokes are always cruel._  \n_It gives you lemons when you're smart,_  \n_Then sugar because you're a fool._\n\n_As I sit upon the snow that_  \n_Surrounds your old, withered tombstone,_  \n_Our memories chill my sad heart_  \n_More than nature's worst cold. Alone_\n\n_We are. Just you and me. You are_  \n_My light in times of dark, you know?_  \n_Perhaps, if I wait here long enough,_  \n_You'll\u0026nbsp;wake up\u0026nbsp;and\u0026nbsp;hold me\u0026nbsp;in the snow._\n\n_Rest in peace, my love._\n\n  \n  \n\n"}