Shards

In the dark all alone

The coldness has my soul

Encased in its icy grip

One after another

They all leave

And the grip tightens

To feel another's warmth

Only to have it taken away

Tortures my being

Feeling it every time

A chisel chipping away at my resolve

My hand is shaking

Reaching out once more

It knows

There is not much left

Of this heart in shards

But the warmth is near

Once more

And I instinctively

Reach with all I have

Just to have a taste

Of the glowing light

Of that other's soul