The mornings all begin the same, waking from my cold dark sleep to feel your warmth ,memorizing the sounds of your slumber, forever wishing to have my life filled with you. As the coffee drips I hear you wake, how angelic you are dragging your feet down the stairs to me. “Ah my love, you look as beautiful as ever” your response was not the same, why was it not the same? your cold voice shot through my soul, no colour surrounds you, my aurora has been smothered. Your leaving you say, I wish I could see your face once more but the opportunity belongs to the floor. Trying to steal one last glance, as I looked into your eyes, I saw my future go up in flames, murdered by your cold blank stare