Your hands are so cold. I remember when they would set my skin on fire. Now the absence of your touch leaves me frozen.

I turn to you while we sleep to bury my face in your chest. The spot I would breathe you in and fill what was empty. Now you turn away. So I roll over and mourn the smell of you.

Your eyes that once saw me as the most beautiful thing, now have a distance in them. You look right through me. I don’t exist anymore.

Your cold and hard, so much so... I cannot break through to you anymore. I miss you even when you are right next to me. You’re disappearing slowly each day. Becoming just out of reach from my longing fingertips.