Who knew that when you saw this fire in her eyes, it could grow so cold.  

That blaze in her soul no longer belongs to you.  

The warmth in her heart that refuses to keep the ice at bay.  

Cold is only entropy in motion, energy no longer existing in that space.  

An absence of heat that stretched too thin to feel.  

Energy cannot be created or destroyed—it simply shifts.  

If you see stars burning in her pupils, but you freeze.  

She is already light-years away—and know this,  

She has traveled beyond your reach.