like the first sip of a scolding hot tea
you get used to it, you learn to enjoy
the sting of the frosted white winter
for a while, at least
but soon enough, crisp turns to cold
cold air, cold parks, cold house.
the warmth of his heart
I once knew, so well,
has left to let me freeze
shivering in the lack of
shared body heat
cold hands, cold feet, cold heart.
so I bundle up in strangers arms,
praying to find warmth   in
something else
failing to find warmth    in
anything else


You left me **cold