wind whipped roaring through strands of hair
the tears that clouded her eyes made it near
impossible to see him across the tundra
artic wind dropping below the zero mark
had her tears frozen before they could make
their way down her cheeks
unattainable
a frigid version of a mirage
there's no way he could be out here
in the middle of nowhere with her
he had the face of pain she could feel in her bones
the same one that he held as she left him
alone in the airport
but she was sure her mind was playing tricks on her
no food, no water, no supplies
she was dying and she could tell
if her mouth chattered any louder she'd break all her teeth
she shouldn't have left him there, she should have stayed home
clawing her half gloved fingers over the snowy flat land
she resorted to the fetal postion
praying death would come quickly and less painfully.
she thought to herself, "I guess I do need him."
"I guess I can't make it by myself"
This was worse then any nightmare.
She had somehow strayed from the pack during a horrible storm
and now she had payed the ultimate price
Loneliness.
How she had craved this from the start
To leave so that she wouldn't have to open up to him
And now it was killing her
Her eyes drooped close. Her breathing became shallow.
She and herself was all she had left. Mistake.