The paradox,
a moment of strength now my only weakness and regret,
the memory of that cold night a source of warmth.

It was a source of warmth until love's chill took hold
brutally gripping my ribs
freezing my insides
I'm tired
I'm cold.

And yet the end is no surprise,
I should've felt the miles of empty space around me,
it whispers: *how could you not know?