Departure’s Echo

The warm sun set westward and left behind only the chills of winter wind that wickedly moved her iced fingers constantly over my naked face. I walk along, the willows drooped their head to seemingly share the deep thoughts echoed in my mortal soul. The weary path whitened with glaring snows, tried to cover up the cruel memory…. Of a departure. Echo of the past grew louder and louder as the path wound down… a tear rolled down from my eyes, then another. The blood drops of my soul again melancholically and restlessly tried to heal an immortal would.

It was upon chance we met and no choice in our departure. Time betrayed. We shared so much, all truthful secrets of our hearts that are now both broken. We held hands to draw our hearts closer to eternity. We kissed to share the sweet taste of love, knowing future hung in unknown hope. We laughed for joys and wept over sorrows together. We cradled each other in our arms, and at the same time love was cradled. She drew me to the edge of emotions, blindly. She came to my life so suddenly, only to disappear in the eternal stream of time.

Why… Why is there no such thing as never ending? Why must there be a tomorrow so that time can erase those greatest moments of life? Why are the sweet taste’s turned in that eternal stream? Why must fragile sails of th eheart suffer the maddening temptest of endless thoughts? Why? … But she is no more, for there was no truth to these questions. I walked on under the bitter laughter of the winter wind hissing in response. Maybe the sun rise tomorrow.