Rustling, howling, wind leaves, debris. Three degrees from chill in the air, I wrap my scarf tighter. Nose running at a slow steady pace; cool mist and moisture occasionally atomizing across my face. Like the autumn season your presence lessens hours of sunlight bringing darkness sooner.
As you approach, I bundle tighter in an attempt to retain warmth against your frosty front.
The closer you get, the more warmth escapes me, goose bumps form. I can no longer protect my skin. Bitter, wintry woman, unfeeling and distant. Your icy touch burns my membrane yet your heart seems miles away, distant and indifferent.
These words are my escape, finally admitting it to myself. You are bad for me; you are bad for the world. The autumn in our relationship has long since past; my heart is now in the dead of winter, arctic. I must make my escape to a warmer climate and more loving woman. Today my journey begins as I take leave of your frost. Here’s to my bright future and sunnier days without you.