I cling to your limp body, begging you to hear me, to come back. Blackened rivers of tears pour down my face and pool on your forehead. I’m right here darling; I caught you when the dark train stole your soul, ruthless and swift.

As agony tore through you for the last time, your eyes fixed upon mine and they desperately struggled to deliver one last thought. Though your breath was taken so savagely, your words were not. I heard you.

I lay myself down next to you; my only company is the click clack of the machines that crowd the antiseptic room. I run my trembling fingers through your hair and kiss you softly. As I find your lips, I feel the cold seep into you. A place that was once sweet and welcoming is lost to me. The harsh wind has swept away the remnants of the only man I’ve ever loved.

I am the girl with the jade eyes and honey hair. Here I am, alone.