It was Cold

My heart becames cold, the wind picked up, and my body turned to stone, but even with her unfaultering hate, my heart continued to grow. My stone began to crack and she sat there and watched, I just looked forward, a sand tear coming forth. I blew away in the wind, my new element, not by choice. But because the one I loved chose coldness over warmth and my spirit froze. I am the wind now, breezing everywhere. But I am ever watchful, to my old love. she may move on and feel anew, but to me, the wind still carries her chill.