A Lake view

Where has the warm breeze
that ran through my hair
blown away to?
The ice that's taken
its' place is cold
and unforgiving.
Used to be candles burning
brightly through the darkness
day in and day out.
I could wake up and go home
out of the thundering rain
to a kind shelter.
The leaves have fallen now
as the lights flicker out
leaving me alone.
Now I'm smoking in solitude
sans red hot
always in a 15 mph zone.
When did you cut your hair?