“Something Warm Is Getting Cold” by Krishna Bhaskar is a raw, heart-wrenching whisper during a moment of impending loss. It captures the helpless stillness of grief—where love lingers, but warmth begins to slip away.

Something warm is getting cold

I can’t tell if the sun is setting

I can’t tell if your breath is ending

Or things have gone too far

Your hands are getting cold

Just yell at me

Say something, say something 

Come back to me

Nothing makes sense just like this poem

Words repeat just like this poem

I feel like a confused child

I wish things were a little mild

I am sad

It just feels so bad

Standing and watching what unfolds

Something warm is getting cold