A Poem......

Cold winds blow
against my windows.
I listen to them rattle,
raging against winter;
its harsh realities chaping
my ivory skin.

Where did the warmth
of you go, once the winds came?

Love happily stewed in
a black kettle on our hearth.
We watched it boil,
not caring that it soiled the stones.
But now, the pot is empty.
The fire no longer burning.

Even the embers are dead
and cold from our silence.

I cannot find a way
to restart the fires
that once burned
across the flesh of us.
There is nothing left
but cold winds.

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winter has a way of stealing my soul