• "Sitting here, my knees damp and cold from snow. Gray, dark gray, stretches before me as a cold, solid, indisputable hunk of unforgiving rock. I cannot believe, as these beautiful fluffs of delicate white are falling, that you are not here to see it.

    My mind, for now is as numb as my knees, fingers and toes. Red petals, soft and mutable in the snow, dance on the wind across the stone. I brought you your favorite flowers; only, you aren't here to see them.

    I can't, I won't, I don't want to imagine a world without you in it! A wave of sorrow, as realization crashes over me, shattering what is left of my heart, my mind and my soul still further. The pain in my chest is burrowing still deeper, as I clutch at what I am sure is a gaping hole in my chest where my heart should be. An organ, I've been missing for some time. Since the time I gave it away to you, and now, with you gone, it’s missing too, leaving a hot, bleeding hole in my flesh, that, will hopefully heal with time. I don't know, some people never recover from a wound such as this.

    So, as small drips of blue fall on to your unmoving stone, this is all I can do. For the rest of my body cannot function without its heart. Body contorted in pain as the petals continue to dance away from me, I remember all those sweet words whispered, kisses sharing passion, and this only tortures me further.

    Curled on my side in the snow cradling the flowers you once loved as gently as you used to cradle me. My eyes drift shut, and all I can dream is love."