The Chill

The wind stills...
Your voice no longer whispering on its wings...
The chill of winter finally seeping through my skin...
Hitting hard, like an expected storm...
Yet it was there all along.

I move on...
Unable to feel my feet as they touch the ground...
Or my fingers as they fumble to light another cigarette...
The only thing I feel is the chill...of you.

I suppose I felt it from the start...
But love makes you blind and leaves you numb...
Unable to think for yourself...
Unable to tell where the path is anymore...
Once the snow drifts and hides its edges from your vision.

I know, inevitably, you'll call to me again...
Leading me even further astray...
Sheltering me again from winter's embrace...
Or so it would seem.

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