Debbie Miller
Apr 7, 2023


Photo by Pawel Czerwinski on Unsplash

Your silence is deafening

As you quietly close the door

The warmth we shared has turned to ice

I worry what’s in store

A future once decided

Is now a breath of frost

anxiety threatens to cripple me

As I ponder what we’ve lost

The coldness seems to steal my breath

I’m frozen to my core

The fates portend the end is near

Each time you close the door



Debbie Miller

I am a child of the universe, poet, philosopher and idealist and teacher.