Her hand burned where he last touched it,
making sure she doesnít forget.
She presses it firmly to her cheek
to keep her tear-soaked face warm
in the whirling wind of a cold winter night.
Her legs have gone numb,
so has he heart,
because they sat out in the snow too long
without his loving touch to keep them warm.
Loneliness drowns her
in every aspects
as her head falls to the ground.
She isnít dead,
but she soon will be.
Her heart will shatter
when she lets out that last sob
with the memory of his last kiss being the last thing she sees.