Iced.

Again, after months of give and take and learning to understand myself. Iced. Again, after reaching my hand out to warm your flame. Iced. Again, after watching your heat go around all but me. Iced. Iced, cold beyond the words beyond what's right beyond all who used thought over might. I opened myself and bared my thoughts, just i needed to be Iced. Again, the memory lingers of the cold floor...and the window to an unforgiving year.