I stand in the cold, for it is the day she should come.
I feel the wind bite my skin, but the memories keep me outside.
The leaves are blowing, farther away, so far away.
I cannot wait to lay my cold hands upon her skin, and see the glow in her eyes.
All these nights I've cried and thought " will I ever see her again?".
But she is coming.
Anytime now, I should see her face.
And today I will kiss her, for the first time.
That is something I missed , that I will not miss again.
The quiet around me screams, I've been alone too long.
I see someone, is it her? I cannot see her face, but she is walking, it is someone else.
I still stand in the cold,
Its colder now, so much colder
Than the last day I saw her.
Will she still love me, after this long?
I hope she knows..
