Cold

But i'm still here in the light of the love that we had that went wrong that had all the hallmarks of going right with two separate lives that had little in common but came together to create a rapture that would destroy the belief that things could go too fast and that it was possible to run faster than the wind dragging you back scattering the ashes from the fire that was lit by passion and fanned to raging flames which turned back and consumed two lovers who had all going for them but succumbed to the story of burn out that happens when the oxygen fuelling the inferno gets too much like how too much of a good thing ends up putting out what it nurtured in the first place

But you're not here where the icy hands of time slip down my back reminding me of another time almost another life when you shook like a leaf as my lips rained down upon your body which i cannot see now it's like i'm blind for my eyes are not mine any more as they refuse to see that anything else remains for me to do and to go on for and i can feel the clock's second hand wrapped around my neck slowly ticking away and draining yet another spurt of comfort that was ill-advised for one who lived in a glass house and yet dared to play with stones but this was nothing new the boy had always bucked the trend and created smoke where there was no fire although there would be no more of that this time

But i'm still here where i can see an infant born and dipped by his mother in the pool of invincibility but alas she held him by his heart and thus infallible is a mantle he can never carry and no matter how harsh the teacher of experience and spartan the diet of practicality he remains tainted and is bound to be felled to pieces by simple things that bring suffering and absolute horror this must be a tragedy of epic proportions the kind in the legends of yore which solidify the myth that happiness is but a fleeting illusion that slips through the fingers like a silk ribbon slides over cold marble but like all works in progress there might be an ending that shall indeed be best observed with the eye-glasses bearing a rose tint