I'm cold.
I'm cold and tired and unmotivated.
I can feel it.
Feel the warmth seeping away,
the farther and farther you stay.
It's not the physicial distance, no.
It is your words and your laughter,
our connection seems to not matter.
I'm on the back burner-
and that's okay.
I'm cold.
But really, it's okay.
I'll be warm someday.