Olivia Taylor's "Cold" captures the pull of loving someone who doesn't seem to love back in the same way. The speaker admits right away that they don't know if they'll ever be able to let go. One touch was enough: "suddenly I'm yours." There's no slow build here, just a quick surrender, and the plain wording makes it feel honest and a little helpless.
Then the poem turns. The person who holds such power is "so cold," and the final line, "Feels like winter has come," stretches that coldness from one person to the whole world around the speaker. Judging by the imagery, the relationship may be distant or one-sided, though the poem never says why. The mood is wistful and uneasy. The short, unadorned lines leave a lot of silence between them, as if the speaker is stuck, still attached to someone who offers little warmth in return. The poem ends without an answer, which makes the feeling linger.