Black boots carried me to the parking lot,
destined to find a car somewhere in the distance.
My hazel eyes looked up at the black sky,
taking in the nothingness...
A sudden wind whipped about me;
I shivered, and pressed the books in my hands
tighter against the petticoat on my body.
As if that little action would protect me
from the cold air that stung my cheeks...
Quickening my pace I walked on
with thoughts of you dancing in my head.
The dead of night stole away your face;
warmth of your arms slowly forgotten.
Eyes that eased my heart were fading
in the back of my mind...memories, memories.
Darkness welcomed me as I stepped onto
the tar while the wind tried knocking me down...
I wonder if you're looking at the same dull sky
that is surrounding me now; cold, so cold.
"I miss you," left my lips as the whisper
disappeared in the stillness...
and I silently hoped that somehow,
you would hear it.