Freeze

I am freezing

The warmth has left me
I am no longer cradled in a warm embrace
The clutch of the spring willow’s leafy arms
No, I am not there.
The grasp of a curling cougar tail,
Nor am I there.
The pressure is gone
that once taped my bleeding wounds closed.

The sun has set
For the first time the moon provides no radiance.
I once said carpe diem.
After I met you, the saying changed to seize the night.
You proved to me that the darkness generates a hot spring of its own.
But now,
I miss the holding as I miss you.
carpe cozy hug is what we should be saying,
perhaps that would stop my heart from spewing blood
onto the green brocade sofa.
Creating the loneliest of Christmases.

To answer your question,
Where have I gone?

I am 74.30 miles away
and it's nearly causing a death by ice.