His black words on the crisp, white paper
blur into a grey mass
 of confused meaning.
I find myself drifting away from reality, 
from life,
my mind dangerously leaning towards oblivion.
The pain flashes through my heart like lightning, 
searing a path
across my bewildered thoughts,
clashing in my brain 
as the vision of our times together
clashes with the reality of the present.
His promise falls cold from the past 
like snow on a fertile field
killing all hope for new growth,
leaving my world hungry, 
desperate for love's comforting warmth.
Still, I hold on, 
grasping at phrases,
Searching for that faint glimmer
of light behind the clouds......
But the sun in winter is cold 
and unfeeling,
and  I lie huddled in my despair
Waiting for love to spring anew
from the ashes of my withered dreams.