The kind of cold that sinks
Into your bones, seeps past the skin
and thin barriers of coat or scarf,
The kind of cold that grips from deep within
as though death has its hand upon your soul
The cruel cold that breaks the heart
watching the world dismiss you
while seizures assault you, a passerby, a lark,
just another casualty of Sin City nights
The unkind cold we all feel
When love departs.