you were born
to destined for
your cold life,
but mine?
mine is coincidence.

tied in scarves
we live
crashing our cars,
covering our hands
to hide the scars

pulling in smoke
we live
to thaw our lungs,
stupidly leaving
our coats undone.

stiff lips an excuse
we live
in the cold,
the checkmating silence
the spark that you stole.