Ghosted

Her ear was cool when he answered the call,

The chill dropped to her feet.

She saw him walking, strong and tall,

He smiled, and her knees went weak.

A frost began to follow their lead,

Their steps were left in snow,

She shivered when they crossed the street,

He said he’d take her home.

The car was all but a block of ice,

It would take her days to know,

She asked if he would step inside,

But she didn’t expected he’d go.

The couch would be the next in line

To take the frosty blow,

Soon enough, the cold would find

It’s way into her phone.

She tried everything to keep this one,

But with temperatures so low,

Not even the burning sun itself

Could save her from this ghost.