climate change

Maybe I'm overthinking things,
as I tend to do,
but that spark in your eyes doesn't seem
to be gleaming like it once did.

I remember when
it was so bright
that it illuminated an entire room
when you walked in.

It's captivating grasp
had a hold on me,
and in its warmth is where
I've spent my loneliest nights.

Of course
I'm going to notice when
my world enters
another Ice Age suddenly.