You were warmth and a path,
now I'm lost and freezing.
Your flame and steps faded
by a year of no contact,
in fact,
I'm still mad as hell,
in contrary to my frosty noes,
and you know **** well
what you were doing
letting me walk your path
till it led to ruins,
but still,
I'm cold and wandering
and can't help but wondering
if you were never a flame at all
just frigid ice with well carved
"loving" eyes
because I look back in my memory
and all the fire between us
came from me,
you just used it to keep warm.

It's officially
a full blown
pandemic