I need you now more than ever; the winter wind ripping at my porcelain skin, rough scarf pricking at my prickling chin.  I don’t know where the time has gone.  It may have evaporated into the snow clouds, snowmen up there built from the memories we made.  Are they important to you?  The paths we walked on, uneven sidewalks from freezing and thawing, shrinking and growing?  I don’t understand the color of the sky anymore, the pink mixed with blue.  Because it’s just not as beautiful anymore without you.

Where have you gone?  Are you coming back to kiss my dry knuckles?  They felt so good under your warm lips, those passionate eyes staring deep into mine.