A frozen wind bites into my mortal flesh.
My mind is an utter void at this point.
Vacant of thought and emotion~ save one—
There! Down the path, another figure, a life!
I recognize this person, he has returned!
No! This cannot be. He is only a fond memory.
My life has no room for him. I have lost him.
I turn to walk away, but i am halted by;
rough hands, greeted by moist lips, captured
by green eyes, and led back to our home~
Posted by Fran Stone using “WordPress” for Android.