Cold Days Arrive Poem by Subhas Chandra Chakra

It's not the cold
That has taken
All the warmth off roads,
And that has filled
Loads of lust over the beds,
It's about being alone,
About you not being around,
About me
Not being able to roam about
the crazy cravings for you
To lie close to you,
To fly with you
through the autumn skies
and your thoughts
not warming me anymore.

May be I have started losing you
or the need for being wih you.
Is it called the cold?
Are these the cold days of life?
Or the cold impacts of life? ?