Was I again too late?

A cold breeze rattles my bone,

I look up and see-

Dark cloudy night but a light shines alone-

And a girl sitting under the tree.

I pinch my arm,

Rub my eyes;

She seems calm-

Or haunting lies.

Is she her?

The one who left.

Shadow of a star

Or the horrors bereft.

Love is a myth,

Or is it time?

It’s getting harder to breathe-

A storm reaching it’s prime.

I climb down in haste,

Opening the door, I see;

White everywhere-

But there in the distance, the light and she!

I shout and call,

But unperturbed is she;

I run towards her, a cannon ball

Slowed by snow, up till my knee.

I reach her in no time,

Whoosh! Greets the tree.

I hold her tight, not a crime-

Ice cold, shivering, pale barely clutching me.

My arms burn,

I collapse under her weight;

A cold breeze rattles my bone, I turn-

Was I again too late?