The Great Cold

The branch bent low Summer was gone Your roots ran dry I watched You said “I cannot stay.” No anger No scene Just one small breath Then you were gone We built a room We called it love You opened the door I felt the cold Where does the warmth go When love lets go? Into the night? Into the snow? Open your hands Open the door What we once held Is ours no more Where does it go? Where does the warmth go? To the open To the deep To the open Love became A monument Beautiful Heavy Too heavy We stood beneath it Like strangers You called it change I called it leaving You spoke of seeds Under frozen earth I saw only winter Perhaps you were right Perhaps I was The room is empty That is all Where does the warmth go When love lets go? Into the night? Into the snow? Open your hands Open the door What we once held Is ours no more Where does it go? Where does the warmth go? You said The empty vessel Must be empty Before It can fill again Let it fill But my blood Is red Against the snow And philosophy Does not keep A house warm Nothing stays I know That is the problem Where does the warmth go When love lets go? Into the night? Into the snow? Open your hands Open the door What we once held Is ours no more I call it winter I call it night Where does the warmth go? Into the open Into the open Where does it go? Be the earth Be the evening Let the season turn