I have not talked to you

Nor we have met

Then, why there is something holding me?

It hasn’t freed me yet.

I have walked miles from you

As you wanted

Me to move on.

But, As I hear of you

I realize,

You’ve frozen me to the past

Because I loved you

More than I ever did to anybody

The ice isn’t breaking

I don’t know till when its going to last.

(Work of fiction)