Straight Through

the days get shorter, colder, faster, every corner shop gradually less gradual the sadows grow we should both know by now but we've pulled through the coldest night before and we'll pull through thousands more what we share gives off such heat, from behind our eyes through our hands and our feet biting at our skin, these eyes always tear up and every inch of ground we break gets frozen fast but we make every second last in the back of our minds, we struggle to find on the tip of my tongue, we are still so young so long...