Cold

Her hand burned where he last touched it,

making sure she doesn’t 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 isn’t dead,

yet,

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.