Love, I fear I have grown hollow

An echo within

Fluttering against my ribcage

I can’t even bring myself to feel anger

The rage that came as easily as passion

Setting my nerves on fire

Consuming everything in it’s path

It has gone silent on the wind

A whistle through the trees

A rustle in the leaves

Our summer has turned to fall

And winter is just around the bend

Will we freeze?

Will we fall?

And when spring alights on our door once more

Will I begin to thaw?