Cold

Cold is more than a number,
Stated for the weather.
Cold is made to sunder,
It needs no header,
Not a warning ablaze,
Nor an apology given;
No sympathetic gaze,
A spectacular riven.
One might never turn back.
Or expect to make mistakes;
Sooner to be in a sack,
Than to erase.
Forgive and forget --
Merely simple words.
All to encourage a split,
So you can follow the herds.
Me, I will stay.
Warming by my fire.
Waiting for the day.
Your coldness makes you tire.