A Cold, Cold Leaving

‘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