Snowflakes touch my skin and melt
As I walk this icy lane.
Frosted needles prick at me
Yet this is what I felt,
The warmness of your touch
The tickling of your breath,
The beat my heart did skip you said
‘I love you, oh so much.’
The sky now bruised and empty
Much like I am now.
All alone, I fear I know,
The pitch black cawing crow.
He watches for me leery,
Willing me to fall,
But nay! I say, you wicked bird!
I did then promptly bawl.
Stricken by your memory
I weakly wander on.
It continues to elude me
That you’re now dead and gone.
The ice killed my body,
My spirit numb with mourning.
My burning eyes blinded
To the days new light dawning.
A little whisper, not a sound
I asked: why’d you have to go?
I ambled on. A broken a soul.
Never to be found.
