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?