“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