You say you’ve traveled to Colorado.

You’ve been in the snow,

Cold.

But, you’ve never experience the chills that I get when I’m with you.

Cold.

Your stares are empty.

Your voice far away. I wish I could tell what you’re thinking or something that gives it away. That your love for me has ended.

It’s a pity, we tried loving till the end.

I’m honestly so tired of the 4 words that we exchange.

Cold.