I am no longer

inspired

to write

about you

how appropriate

this

bitter barren

winter wind

no snow

to glisten

you did not

listen

to a single word

said

for if

you had

the numbness

of my soul

the cold

frigid

silence

you've dealt

ME

would be dusted over

with delights

of warmth

heat

passion

not the horror

of longing

for

the poison

you've left

to fester

so deep

an itch

that burns

I'm so

EMPTY

devoid

of caring

to care

how foolish

pathetic

pitiful a

sound

my sobbing

makes

what shame

to know how

my own heart

betrays me

as surely

as you

have

feeling every word of this...hugs to you