My heart cracks loudly in my ears.
Icy, cold, abandoned, alone in the depths of winter.
Slow-moving ice on the lake making noise under the cold winter moon are like pieces of me breaking apart from my soul and floating away.
Broken and empty. Hollow.
Cold bed and cold kitchen.
Love is a never-ending arc. The sway of its curve all around me, but it misses me every time.
This is my deep soul ache. This is my sad longing. This is my incurable loneliness.