You told me later
you knew it was over
when I stopped
calling to say goodnight.

On the last day,
you used
every desperate attempt
to frighten me
into staying.

Outside is a cold world,
you would tell me.
but here, you would keep me
safe.

I would have believed you
If not for the chills
shaking my bones awake
reminding me
of the window I
still kept propped open,
prompting escape.

I know someday
I will  have to
answer to my heart
for my mind’s refusal
to trust another,
but not today.