NaPoWriMo- Day 9: Cold

Cold grips her bones in the night,
Like loneliness squeezing her heart.
The comfort is gone from solitude.
And now she wants someone to hold.

She checks her windows and all the doors,
Trying to figure out how the cold got in.
But all the windows are painted shut,
And all of her doors are forever closed.

She touches freezing fingers to her neck,
Recalling the warmth of her lover's breath.
Her pulse throbs at the mere memory of it.
And her heart clenches at the sadness of loss.

The warmth provided by blankets do not compare,
To the burning of another body wrapped around her own.
That's how they once slept, limbs intricately entangled.
Love seemed to bloom in the way they held each other.

In the depths of winter, they found sunlight in each other
In a snowstorm, they made angels and demons of one another.
A tear trickles down her face, and over her frozen nose,
leaving it's warmth the way he did when he kissed her there.

It is so cold she can hardly stand to make herself rise from bed,
She lacks the willpower to do more than live an empty life.
And no, she does not wait for the return of her lover,
She knows he is gone, she awaits the departure of the cold.