why

A heart full of pain walks by the morning dew unawake to all that he knew.

The silent beeps of my alarm, I groggily awake my hand shivers to the stopper, slowly stretch myself out finally become aware of all my limbs, and the thought of you comes to me a smile breaks upon my chapped lips. The cold bites at my feet as I walk thru my dim house to the wash basin, the icy cold water chills my finger tips followed by a rush of shivers upon my face. I ’am still dreaming of you, as I dry my self. The kitchen is bright the kettle is freezing upon the stove in half a minute I have a piping hot cup of tea in my palm thinking of you. The doorbell rings a sound that sends a shot of happiness through my veins, it’s the news paper. I rush to my room clear up the clutter move away all my books from the table clear the mess of shoes all over my room tuck away all the folds of my warm bed draw the curtains and yet I dream of you the one who my heart calls out to. A heart pumps more that blood as the time draws near sheer joy fills my veins and then the door bell rings I know its you I rush through the passage to open the door and there you are the my dream come true. Yet again I showed off my skill at shooting light, most proud that you acknowledged each specimen that went passed. Yet the one last request I made to you, you turned down to meet another any icy shard finally breaks through the cold finally penetrates the comforting shield I had around me fails and crumbles like glass.
Yet once more I feel my blood flow freezing my insides with disdain.