The wind blows cold through the barren land tonight. Colder still is my heart, rendered frozen and unfeeling from the loss of her.
Though time passes onward, my all-consuming love for her does not pass away. It ensnares my mind and ensorcells my dreams. Without her, I am an empty vessel...a broken vase holding only the dried sticks of despair.
The scarlet flower in my hand mocks me. It was her favorite and thus mine as well. I cast the petals onto the slowly flowing waters and hope the currents wend them to wherever her soul may reside now.