i felt something cold

once,

once, i looked out the window

once, i looked out the window at midnight

once, i looked out the window at midnight when the world had

once, i looked out the window at midnight when the world had snuggled into the blanket

once, i looked out the window at midnight when the world had snuggled into the blanket of uneasy sleep

once, i looked out the window at midnight when the world had snuggled into the blanket of uneasy sleep.

i heard

i heard the whispers of flowers

i heard the whispers of flowers and the cries of trees

i heard the whispers of flowers and the cries of trees echoing across the

i heard the whispers of flowers and the cries of trees echoing across the ill lit street

and saw the

and saw the glare of fading stars

and saw the glare of fading stars as the moon wouldn't

and saw the glare of fading stars as the moon wouldn't meet my eyes

and saw the glare of fading stars as the moon wouldn't meet my eyes.

the hopelessness

the hopelessness of the blowing air

the hopelessness of the blowing air didn't cut through me

the hopelessness of the blowing air didn't cut through me as it rushed past

for i felt

for i felt something cold

for i felt something cold lying in me

colder than the

colder than the winter nights

colder than the winter nights and the cup of coffee

colder than the winter nights and the cup of coffee forgotten

colder than the winter nights and the cup of coffee forgotten at your side

colder than the winter nights and the cup of coffee forgotten at your side:

my heart

my heart.

and it grew colder

and it grew colder as i callously went back to bed

and it grew colder as i callously went back to bed,

and it grew colder as i callously went back to bed, oblivious to what it meant

and it grew colder as i callously went back to bed, oblivious to what it meant.

~storm