My tears

My tears stick to my numb face. Snowflakes fall in every direction around my being, which feels so small compared to the rest of the world. Every step I take, my feet slide across the frosty glaze that has covered the lifeless ground. 

My vision has been blurred by the pain that takes the form of salty tears-to the point where I just stop looking at the dark bleak road. All I can do is think. Which is the last thing I want to do, because all I can do is think of you. I think about how badly I want you with me right now right here, holding me, keeping me warm, telling me everything's ok. I think about why you left me "I thought we were in love" slips out of my dry, frozen mouth. I can almost see my wistful sentence travel up into the freezing grey sky, dotted with   blurry white specs.

 All the dreams I had of our future together seemed so strong, but were shattered so easily. Everything I knew splintered into a million, useless fragments floating around my head mocking how ignorant and clueless I was.

 The temperature seems to rapidly continue to drop, one more degree for every agonizing remembrance of you. Thinking of all of the time we spent together how every second was extraordinary, how every second made my stomach fall into a black whole where reason and worry didn't exist. How when I was holding your warm, broad, olive hands I would turn into a completely different individual.

 I wipe my tears from my soft, frozen cheeks that with the touch of my small, simple touch, gain a drop of life. I begin to whimper into the distance sprinkled with deceased, narrow, black trees as tears begin to fall faster towards the river, the flows in a perfect line beneath the ancient, timeless bridge. Snow is starting to slow as the winds begin to race through my long hair and across face my legs begin to shake as my heat rushes out of them. I start to move towards the middle of the bridge unsure of anything at this point. I suddenly and without and any warning fall to the steady ground compact in a layer of fragile but strong ice. I stare at the road dusted with snow and dirt, but all I can see are your golden eyes. I began to cry even louder almost as loud as I laughed when I was with you... To be continued