Cold is vague.

From sharing sheets and waking in sunlight,
Your fingers, fire dancing across my skin,
Each day was greeted with a smile,
Each day greeted with you beside me,
Warmth was nothing, overlooked,
Taken for granted,
Taken without a care.

From strangling sheets and waking in a cold sweat,
The wind, cutting flesh to the bone, chilling,
Each day perceived with a sigh,
My breath misting the air.

Cold is vague,
It is the thoughts in my head,
Set on a loop,
Replaying in my dreams every night,
And when I wake,
It's like there's ice on my pillow,
Cold envelopes me.

Cold is your sudden attacks,
Words wielded like a scythe,
Reaping the hope I had built at the idea of us,
Cutting me down.

Cold is vague,
It is the accusation in your voice,
The shoulder you turn to leave me staring at your back,
The echo of your departure.

It is summer.
Though I see the sun,
The sun does not see me,
The sun does not know me
And though I see the sun,
I no longer feel it.

Cold is vague and leaves you brittle.