Winter.

Winter.
Who ever knew that one word could mean so much?
I know I didn’t.
Winter is a season, with many things in between.
You breaking my heart had a reason, with many things in between.
Winter is cold, the coldest of all.
Your heart is just as frigid.
Winter has the snow running across the air at rapid speed.
My tears run down my face all the same.
When you just up and left,
On the inside, I felt like the ice was breaking.
And that left me with the giant hole that is now me.Just one more thing I have to worry about.
What color is winter?
Ice-blue.
Just like your eyes.
The hail storms damage everything,
Everything that makes up winter,
Just like you did to me.
But then again, winter is warm, too.
The fireplace, the hot chocolate, the cuddling,
They all represent the warmth you had, before you left.
They also represent the warmth you would have felt,
If you hadn’t left right before your newborn son’s first winter.