It Cold It Warm

It is cold, it is warm,

But not comforting.

Like the feel of your hands,

When you cradled me to sleep.

It is cold, it is warm,

But not comforting.

Like the sound of your voice,

When you taught me to talk.

It is cold, it is warm,

But not comforting.

Like the time destiny called,

And you hugged me goodbye.

It is cold, it is warm,

But not comforting.

These pieces fail to align,

Nothing like how it was with you.