A Feeling of Cold
A poem
1 min readNov 19, 2020
It wasn’t that shuddering cold that made you wish you wore more
or the cold you wished to leave.
It wasn’t that cold either,
where you cozied up in the corner,
your shoulder failing to hold on to the wool around your chest,
the cold where you hugged the cup to your breath,
seeing every whisper and prayer become a white innocence.
It was the cold that slipped through the gaps of your clothing,
uninvited and unwanted,
but whose presence you did once allow.
It was the cold that ran through your bare skin,
entertaining your thoughts with cheap denials,
overshadowing the sunshine that fell around you.
It was the cold of sadness,
the cold of confusion,
the cold of realizing
that something, something had changed.
