Cold January.

Week After New Year.

Truth lodged in my throat.

Wished there was still time.

I yearned her to stay.

I acted like wanting

was enough.

Before I knew it,

her blood went cold.

Between what I said

and what I meant,

I love you

kept happening—

but nothing.

Nothing but love going thin.

Her eyes went quiet

with each word.

I stopped being

her sweet lover.

I became

what she no longer

waited for.