
Cold
When I
look at you
with eyes
no longer
a warm brown
but dark
like the
midnight sky
do you see
the heat
of anger
in their depths
or the cold
of a sea
where
icebergs
are born

Cold
When I
look at you
with eyes
no longer
a warm brown
but dark
like the
midnight sky
do you see
the heat
of anger
in their depths
or the cold
of a sea
where
icebergs
are born