Me Cold

There's ice in the sink, where your cup used to be.
I keep hearing your laugh, in the hall, in the sheets.
Your coat's on the chair, like a ghost with the poles.
I reach for the heat, but it slips right through my gloves.
Nicol, Nicol, I'm the one you turned to stone.
Nicol, Nicol, in this house I'm all alone.
You were fire, I was smoke.
Now I'm standing in the cold.
Nicol, Nicol, and I can't come back to you.
If I call your name, will it crack,
Will the window split in two?
I've been holding on so hard,