Dust settles And air, Once a warm, Welcoming presence, Had turned cold, A seemingly lifeless, Bitter cold, Determined to strand All life Shackled inside its grasp Until nothing is left But the freezing, Blistering wind Blowing it's apathetic Stream of air Harshly in my direction And all that I can remember Is how, at one time, The air around me wasn't like this, And the path I was walking, Was certainly not A road less traveled, For it had been Many a year Of me wandering down This road, Exploring the same Cobblestone road, As smooth as fingers Gliding along another's hand And sending trails of electricity As well as Shivers down their spine As if they were Being caressed by The same Chilling breeze That I am, As if somehow, This feeling Could be duplicated, That these emotions Could become replicated, And the sensation That runs through My hands As I imagine My life Before my heart lost it's warmth Is just enough To remind me That this isn't the road That we'd traveled together This is something completely different, Something I can't handle, Like losing you Just proved that my life path, This trail ran cold, too.