Futures past

On these frigid December days,

My mind drifts far away,

The sky is no longer blue,

This is why I think of you,

My heart will skip a beat,

Then lull itself to sleep,

Cringing painfully,

When I think of the past,

Our time together may have been blessed,

What I feel now is just a mess,

regret,

disrepair,

NOW IM COLD!

I can't have your touch anymore,

these days,

I can feel the brittleness of my bones,

Just a lost soul,

I can't even cry anymore,

The things I've done seem to push out everyone,

Or maybe I've turned to stone,

If today's yesterdays tomorrow,

Yesterdays today's in sorrow,

as I lose track of time,

I wish the past,

would not have such a backlash,

and why is my brain as fragile as twine?