Cold

You are the coldest wind I've ever felt,
chilling to the bone, that feeling of ice,
that used to feel warm, but no more.

I used to feel that warmth, that generosity of emotion,
that feeling that I was always warm,
even when the temperature fell.

It's no coincidence that I have been constantly cold
for so long now, no coincidence that my body
is reacting to my soul.

There are moments when I wonder who you are,
and how I can love this person I see.
The irony is I can't find a way to let myself go,
I can't find my way out, or the light at the other end.

You are the cold wind that chills me to the bone,
without any hope of warmth.

You are the moments thinking of nothing but yourself,
and how can you? How can you when I give up all that I am for this?