Frosted

I can no longer turn to look at you without you being with him
or memories flooding over; images of skin against skin.
Those memories of summer sand that slowly melt the cold
the memories of your warm hands that tightly gripped my soul.
Kisses on your forehead and breathes heavy, deep
we went from crawl to running over one nights sleep.
Our love was like a child growing all too fast
and as it grew so vigorously we knew it would not last.
It ended in agreement a final kiss goodbye
but the reasons that you left me were only just pure lies.
You didn't think of me when you left
only thought of him and how I was second best.
Golden words scrawled on paper for everyone to see
those words made up of memories of the love called you and me.
Burning up that paper to forget what I have lost
cause now that empty fire will have to melt the frost