‘twas a cold,
cold leaving
knocking us flat
suffocating us
gasping
our breath labored
each-trapped-alone
grief's hostage held
in a room without air
‘twas a bold,
ancient trek
oldest known means of egress
as you tread through
that narrowed portal
betwixt lightness and dark
yes ...
yours was a form
most extreme of
a cold,
cold leaving
we
stupid with shock
stumbled about
lost utterly
strangled-mangled
bruised, our bodies desperate
to escape
the reaper’s scythe, so near
we blundering-blinded
lurched into the walls
a fire extinguished
doth leave the ground smoldering
hot
even whilst the smoke rises
heavenward
‘twas a cold,
cold leaving
now
quick on the heels of desertion
does the frost reign supreme
frigidity-rigidity
immoral mortality
forces me to wonder
if your flame
solely flickered
imaginarily
amongst those corridors of
vacant echoing
empty chambers
which my heart
became
in the wake of such
a cold,
cold leaving
