The Wind

[Lortimer]

She stands alone in that tombstone scarred ground,
Crying, tears as cold as the somber snowflakes
That litter the ground in cosmic indifference

He walks towards her, holds her tightly
Smelling that lavender scented hair,
And that warm, pounding heart

The breeze wakes her from her daydream,
Pulling her coat tightly, imagining his
Warm lips on her.

He ruffles her hair lightly,
Watching the moon reflect off it,
Kissing her wine colored lips

A breath of cold air runs through her lips,
And those tears begin to freeze in that
Winter breeze

She walks away,
Eyes sore,
Heart heavy

He cries her name,
She turns, looks
The wind- the wind kisses her

Then-
Emptiness.

[highway62]

A very cold and bleak ending to this, it kind of whittles away to emptiness, which in itself could be a metaphor for life or love. Very nicely written, thanks for sharing.

[Chelle]

i seriously cried Lortimer. This is why I love reading your stuff. You make it seem so real.

[BarryC]

this is so moving-deserves the spotlight

[Josie]

Yes, she may be walking away, but she turned her head when she heard him cry her name. Grieving comes in waves. She could imagine his warm lips on her. For that moment, she could cherish, but reality makes her walk away and feel the loneliness as well. Congratulations on the TPS recognition.