The warmest form of simple loneliness,

Noticed when you do seek but none are found,

Those distant drops in temperature that bless

The ones who see companionship abound.

A shift from warm summer to chilled Winter,

Liquid freezes into solid, She says

Goodbye to my dear friend, and takes with Her

My old and wounded soul in autumn days.

How stiff one can become when deep frostbite

Fills helpless hearts quite close to brim with fear

That, isolated in the frozen night,

They will be caught with endless ice e’re near.

Forlorn bodies can hide with expertise

How icy souls can burn to such degrees.