Cold

The Boomerang Nebula is the coldest known natural location in the universe, with a temperature of 1 degree Kelvin or -458 farenheight.
The coldest known temperature ever achieved is a state of matter called the Bose-Einstein condensate where a dilute vapor of two thousand rubidium-87 atoms are cooled using a combination of lasers and magnetic evaporation to less than a billionth of a degree Kelvin.
See what Im saying is…
I know cold.
Absolute zero.
The moment where matter cannot exist, because it cannot move.
And time stops.
Like the day you left.

When I was cleaning out my basement I found this book I used to like-
called Me Without You.
I bought it I was fifteen, and it touched me to where colors formed under my eyelids for a girl I did not yet know, and I hoped with every inch of steel in my bones for us to meet soon.
I still have this- untouched.
Because it was there long before you,
and now it is all that I have left that you never got your hands on.

See, before- you were my bridge over troubled water when evening fell,
but all you left me with were scrape sparks in your hungry dark,
throwing a surprise party for the earthquakes of my insanity.
You used to bathe the irony in my veins with sunshine-
but now you underestimate my heart like something borrowed the way an old man would do it,
as if you have had so much in your life you forgot the meaning of treasure.

You wrote me a letter of brutal honesty, changing your mind every four lines or so as if love was just something you could give up on.
See you tried with all of your might to pull me up out of the abyss depression left me in- but it didn’t work,
and when you finally joined me there-you realized this was not a place you could just crawl out of.

I just wanna believe the world is a good place.
I wanna belong here.
I wanna belong somewhere.
I wanted to belong in your arms.
But what I realized was you never came to love who I was-
only who you thought I could be.
But see that was just shoeshine love,
enough to cover up the scuffs,
but never enough to buy me new shoes.

You left me there, with worn out shoes,
staring into the hole an open door leaves-
watching the cold come in.