Frost

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