The coldness 

is felt. 

The bitterness of 

tears falling and darkness 

settling in. 

The icy wind 

blows through her, 

causing her 

pain. 

There is no pain 

she can feel 

greater 

than the loss 

of you. 

In a moment 

she 

pushes past the door 

and rushes 

into the cold. 

Falling to her knees

she cries out 

to anyone who 

will listen. 

The cold 

falls over her 

like a blanket 

wrapping her up in 

its misery and 

chill. 

She clings to the thought

and holds it 

close to her heart. 

Waiting for you, 

waiting for love, 

In the lonliness of the night 

she miss him and 

longs to reach out for him

who is not 

there. 

She aches for him to 

hold and tell 

her they will be okay, 

This too shall 

pass and they will 

be stronger for it. 

A small voice tries to 

make her weak, 

tries to 

tell her she has lost

and yet she fights. 

She fights for 

them, 

she holds on 

for them. 

Even when that 

voice 

tells her to let go, 

she holds on. 

She can't let 

go

because once she does

she loses 

herself.