Slip Poem by Samantha McKinnon

Warm breeze, and you're gone.
The sky goes somber
As the door slams
Before I switch the lock.
It's cold here outside
and so terribly lonely.
I see the fire inside
As I look in the eyes
Peering through the window panes.
You go as I knew you would,
and I watch as my own fire
Burns blue, still.
You look at me,
And I run.
I scream.
I beat my fists at your door,
Trying to imitate the pain of this fire in my chest,
In my soul,
In my head.
I fall, tired and alone.
And you slip away.