We warmed our hands with borrowed fire
But cold crept in beneath desire
You left your coat, but not your name
And snow erased our candle flame
Now frost writes poems on my glass
Of days we knew but couldn’t last
Two winters wide between your voice
And every half-forgotten choice
You took the spring, I kept the chill
And learned how silence starts to fill
Words got lost in frozen air
Your shadow’s dressed in what you wear
I whisper warm, but you stay cold
A story paused, but never told