Cold -- Rob Borcic

I dream we are together
Hot tears of joy
We swear that we shall
Always be together
But it always ends the same
We are torn apart
Ripped, the dream fades
I wake up to the bitter cold
And the nightmare begins again

When I found you
You might have been asleep
But the cat was not beside you
Your warmth had gone
And I stepped into the cold

I stood numb
Watching as they
Removed you from our bed
No tears would come
The well of emotion
Had frozen over

I see you still
from the corner of my eye
Your shadow
Your voice
Your scent
The feel of your body
Against mine in the night
I shiver at your touch

If you returned to me
I wouldn't question how
We would burn
Glow with passion
But it does no good
To wish for your flame
I can only hope
That when I die
I'll feel your warmth again