A Winter Storm

I call, but it goes to voicemail.
I yell, but I’m in the valley.
I run to knock on your door,
But you never answer.

I begged, I cried.
I was ashamed of myself.
The weather was cold—
Ice, snow, and wind.

My lips cracked with every breath, splitting into a bleed.
My tears meant nothing, nor did my blood.

I had hoped you received my letters,
But you burned them
While they were still sealed shut.

My “I love yous” meant nothing—
Nor the hugs, gifts, or blessings.

I knocked once more,
But you never answered the door.

So as the snow buried me
And my eyes froze shut from constant tears,
My heart broke and failed—
Leaving me a frozen soul,
A departed mind,
And a lost body.