I started calling her with a voice quickly taken by the cruel wind.
My soul reverberates, aching while I reached out— a strand of her hair, a touch of her scent.
I walked aimlessly, my heart hoped for a glimpse of her figure.
Darkness ensued, and still there I was, lost in my own footsteps.
Under the comfort of the unsympathetic moon, I opened my tear drenched eyes.
She was gone, probably forever.