The Chill

The moment when you go from hot to cold. From love to something different something with a chill. While you have your moment your silence explains. Quiet but saying it all. Happy yet empty.  When I speak the words they make no sense. Just gibberish because I'm imagining it. I'm imagining the cold the frost the chill. The silence isn't real and there is no moment. It's all in my mind. That's the truth. But why then am I still quivering?