The wind wraps and surrounds,
cold and full of contempt for the cloth that covers my body and soul.
I pine for the warmth and comfort of your arms around me. Where have you been? My summer, my sunshine.
Breathless, my lungs burn as I try to take in your cold hearted words. Your eyes penetrating deep, as frostbite sets in my heart.
I can not speak, I am speechless. Not from lack of something to say, there is plenty...