08/29/2017
08/29/2017
Nessa Monroe

I saw the warmth in your eyes fading,
     Like summer's sun;
  And night grabbed tightly onto you and me,
         And held us captive where the orange tinted
    The changing leaves....

You stole into me,
    Clawing my breath away,
         Taking the hope that I had clung to
  For seventeen years--
         Where there was always you,
 And the portrait I had romanticized--
    The constant, the steadfast;
 The world where you would always be there--
        The other half of me,
     And the person I knew.
            But the truth was--
                   The coldest place I've been
                                     Is you.

So the piece of me
   That stayed alive--
       The hope I had
  Through you, has died.
         Autumn can take me,
           And winter can change me,
But they can never touch
     The cold that you gave me.
And I'll sometimes see you--
         Frost bitten and numb.
       I'll sometimes picture you
             Where the night steals the sun.
    But the warmth of the person that I
       Used to know--
  The one who wouldn't leave--
        Will forever be frozen
                     Deep down
           Where you touched the coldest places
                         You could reach.

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