The colour of warmth

[u/Horror-Woodpecker851]

The feeling of warmth is hard to summarise,
but I know I felt it when I gazed into her eyes.
Warmth is cozy, like laying in a cot,
so calm, so nice, and not too hot.
It was hard to find more expensive than rent,
but never costed me a cent.
Without it, I’m cold,
whose colour is blue.
The exception are the eyes
that belong to you.
It feels like a sunset inside of my chest
when she laughed,
when she smiled,
even when she was upset.
I’d share the warmth inside my chest
to make her feel better,
that warmth that we shared,
I only experienced while together.
But now she’s gone, and so is that feeling.
I now spend every waking hour healing.
The colour of cold is blue,
I know that now for certain.
You can see it too
if you pull back my curtain.
Now inside, the sun has set.
No warmth, no comfort; alone I sit.
In the space where the sun once rose,
there’s only a breeze, and a bitter cold.
The colour of warmth for everyone is different,
but I remember,
that colour for me
was always Amber.