It’s like the changing of seasons;
when the warmth that once comforted you,
breaks
into an unshakable chill.
Like the beautifully sad song of Autumn.
Soft and
melancholy.
Present in the air and
everything you see.
There is no view
blind to it’s ache.
Even closed eyes cannot hide.
It comes over you
slowly.
Chilling yet,
you cling to this false reminder.
It’s still there,
somewhere.
If you hold your breath,
you might feel it again.
The warmth.
But you don’t.
And you don’t think you ever will again.
Gone.
Forever.
Why.
Those words float around in your mind,
like the dying leaves
caught in this season of death.
And what was once a beautiful thought,
is stripped away.
Replaced by a cold, hard truth.
And your frozen.
Bare and frail,
forced to suffer the lashing
of it’s razored screams.
Winter has befell you,
and your roots,
your warmth,
is buried beneath the ground.