My enemy is now my soul mate

I close my eyes in front of a open fire as I always do in cold winter nights, my soul drifts away , every logic thought is nodding and the sleep takes me. Wood splits, cracks and I’m awake in a quiet serene room back to your memory again, to your voice, which unexplained wows at me . I look into fire flames with my eyes aglowed, my tears forgotten . Trickling down right before me, I see them once again, keeping me company, along with your memory … now that you are gone .As they are flowing freely, coursing my face I remember only your lost love throwing me down in a chilly waste. Loneliness in this bitterly cold winter night, staring at my face petrified in a blissful oblivion , in the past my enemy, is now my soul mate…