Gone

The wind is so cold,
Blowing at my heart.
I try so hard to forget,
From my memories I can't depart.
Again and again these sensations engulf me
Into this bottomless pit of love and despair.
I remember the joy of our dance,
And the feel of your fingers in my hair,
I remember our first kiss,
And the heat in your eyes,
I remember... I remember... I can't stop remembering,
So much that my heart and soul both cry.
The days have turned into months,
The months into years.
Your hand was warm in mine,
Your pulse was beating in my ears,
You were there, by my side,
Your existence filled my life.
And then, there you lay,
Your blood, red and rife,
Pooled and spread,
It stained the ground.
Your eyes bore into mine,
And then you left me without a sound.
No chance to fight to keep you here,
I didn't even get to say goodbye.
Now my tears turn to ice,
From them do flowers bloom... and die.