Dearest one to my heart
Can you help, I’ve been longing
for every feather of your lashes?

You’ve deserted me,
and I’ve forgotten what
the word warmth meant

Maybe you are  
the word warmth,
or maybe you are
the word silence

I talk to you,
but you don’t talk back  

So instead of melting into
your cruel frigid hands,
I will melt into your deadly silence,
somehow that’s where I found warmth