My cold fingers tried to find warmth on your skin. It caused you to pull away from me. I apologized like I always do. You shook your head no. It was just a reaction I read too much into. I said I was sorry for always being sorry. You smiled out of habit and I knew it was over then. I put no thought into what I said next.

“This is over.”

You were shocked and my fingers were still numb. Your fingers were only slightly warmer than mine, but they stung when you touched my cheek and said you were sorry.

I didn’t see you again until it was warmer and you were showing off parts that used to be mine. You looked different, like a girl I could love. I smiled and caught a glimpse of myself in a dark window. I wasn’t someone you could love. I was still the person you had loved. I hadn’t grown. I let you walk away without getting your attention. A breeze came and I felt numb again.