Back in the same space
Without the warmth of you
Like a summer's day
Without the heat of the everlasting sun

But my mind fails to grasp
At the straws of truth
That have fallen out of the metaphysical trough

Facts facts facts
Your warmth? Wasn't permanent
Your cold winds affected me more!

You took me in
Made me feel at ease
Put away my blanket and sat me down
Front of a crackling fire place
Then before my first sip of tea
Turned me out
Into the howling storm

And I howled with it.