The cold wind

The cold wind
Singing a melancholy
Melody....
My eyes glance
Outside, through my heart...
I keep wondering,
Are they joyous without me?
Daydreaming, the sun having set
Long ago,
I keep expecting to see them
Waiting for me outside
Amidst ghostlike snowflakes
Like phantoms, though,
They never appear.
My heart, bleeding
A different kind of blood
I nurse my wounds
Silently
Torn bandages
And red-tainted tears staining
Pale skin...