To My Ex

Hypothermia

Two warm hands torn by the cold winter air,

One left lone in a forest of despair.

All around to paths of infinite stairs,

A dark abyss that lost all love and care.

Tiring and endless pain one must declare,

Felt fully after being stripped to bare.

Breathless, stupor, words unable to share,

Memories, hopes, dreams, drive, pulse slowly tear,

Muscles stuttering: these feelings unrare.

Tears frozen as the exchanging the same stares,

Bearing makes any man not more aware.

Comsuming of whatnot is left in there,

Both eyes closed to utter a silent prayer:

With love, please warm me and send concern's flare.

(March 14, 2013)