Your cold heart is colorless.
No red of love,
no blue of longing,
not even grey for regret.

Just empty.
Like winter before the snow,
like a breath held too long
and never released.

I reached for you-
with hands that trembled,
with a soul cracked open-
but you turned away,
not in anger,
not even in pain.
Just....nothing.

You looked through me
like I was never there.
And maybe I wasn't,
not in your world
not where warmth lives.

Stil,I stayed.
Hoping something might flicker.
That a memory
would shake loose
and call my name.

But nothing ever came.
Only the silence.
Only the ache
of loving someone
who feels nothing at all.