The Sting of Loss

The sting of loss feels like opening the door in the middle of January 
Letting the cool crispt air hit your face 
And makes your eyes sting and your body shiver
You want to close the door 
And find your way back to the warmth 
But that door is open 
And if even you had all the warmth in the world
You will never forget the sting of cold
The sting of loss will stay with you
Like the cold air clings to your skin 
Sitting by the hottest fire 
You can't forget how the cold hit your body in icy blasts 
Even when you are warm again 
You still think about the shivering, the cold
Even though you wish you could forget 
You can't forget even in the burning hot