I still can feel his soft breath, cold, flesh,

Flowing slowly across my cheeks,

His whispered words of love,

Journey through my ears and

Make a pathway to my heart,

His tight embrace can be felt,

Those winter days before the snow has melt,

The scent in which he bore,

Made my arms and legs sore,

The evening sky into I gaze,

Waiting and hoping he'd find his way.

Our eyes would meet on that very same path,

In the very same spot,

On the very same grass,

We would know our destinies once again had crossed,

But this time, we would not now let go,

Of what we once had lost.