To my dear Kai

Did it ever occur to you
That in opening yourself up
To love, joy, ecstasy
You also held your heart
In the path of:
Pain
Sorrow
Hatred.
A shard of glass
That would freeze your heat,
And leave me behind
For snow white ice cold
Perfection?
Did you ever guess that she!
She had no intention of ever loving you?
Or that by freezing you heart
You no longer felt
Pain, sorrow, hatred
Nor
Love, joy, ecstasy.
Just coldness.
And nothing more at all.