Cold in Warmth

The afternoon warmth wrapping her up in softness of sleep
Toes crammed in and bundled up she sits in bed
After the storm last night, everything had changed
Her eyes liquefied in tears like blobs of sorrow
Her slender fingers hold her knees close to her face
The floral printed bed cover absorbs the wetness of her tears
And she weeps into her arms like she owned nothing but him
The hollowness in her soul reflects the beauty of togetherness
Worn out by separation and destruction
Curled up in a warm clothed sweater
She sits up feeling nothing but the cold while it was so warm..