Cold.
I see the small flakes fall onto my palms.
So small.
I think with wide eyes, ignoring everything around me.
Ignoring the cold tears that fall, creating a pattern of snow and water on my hands.
Then the moment is gone and the pain is back.
A door slammed shut.
Him, walking the street, his visible breath in front of him.
Me, sitting here on the bench, crying.
I lay back my head and think about what he said, how he left, forever.
I think about his hazel eyes, so loving, until they began to glare.
Such a change, I almost chuckle at my situation.
A stranger looks at me, confused by my crying and smiling.
"Beautiful weather, isn't it?"
I say with teary eyes.
He walks on.
Goes on with his day, will likely never meet me again.
So small.
More strangers pass, don't notice my small crying form.
I look down at the piece of paper in my hand.
His last message.
Or better, my last try.
"I love you."
Written at the bottom.
Honest words. He shattered them.
I know I wanted too much. I know he has his reasons.
Still I sit here. Crying under the snowflakes.
Cold.
A snowflake hits my eyelid.
The tears freeze on my cheek.
A quick sound from my phone.
A friend of mine.
"R U OK?"
I leave her on read, again.
While my head is still cramped with memories of him.
"Answer me Pls! I'm worried!"
I begin to type.
"I'm OK. He's gone now."
I shut down my phone, ignore her pleads for me to tell her more.
The tears slowly fade as I watch the snow.
So small.
How small we are, still we care.
Live here in this bizarre world of white.
Going on with our lives.
Loving is like a dance on thin ice.
Hoping that the ice doesn't break we dance on.
And it's worth it.
As long as your partner doesn't let you fall.
Cold.
My breath mixes with the star like snow.
What a beautiful picture.
And even though he's not here, I feel complete.
I know I won't forget him right away.
But it's only the winter before a new spring comes.
