Winter Blood .

She came to me, than went away.

I loved her, still.

Me, crying alone

trying to accept what I couldn’t.

The world went crazy as points vanished.

I tried to move, finding isolation.

Me, thinking of her laughter made me cry.

Filling time

on inadequate substitutes,

I loved her, still.

Trying, crying

still, to accept her other 1over

not able to talk, freezing inside

still, the blood.

Her face grew hard

she held a line,

I loved her, still.

Me, running

searching for warmth,

thoughts tortured me.

Her, drifting off

towards a cold I could not stop.

our love, dying

of non-support, I wondered.

Saying goodbye covered in hot tears.

Silence, set in deep cold breaths,

I loved her still.

A telephone call

and her, laughing,

with words, hopeful.

I saw her,

she looked softer.

With hopeful touches

a telephone call again "will you help me?"

I saw her,

I loved her still.

I told her,

"please, no more" and she saw me again.

Understanding cost everything.

She didn't know.

I touched her,

we talked of pain.

Sometimes things

too hard to explain, happen.

Their purpose, to teach.

Our purpose, to listen.

Standing, shaking inside,

I loved her still.

I held out my hand and she took it again.

Through pain, tears, cold and time

love had survived.

Alexis and I are again.