My blood ran cold

I couldn’t sense the severe chill of the rainwater pulsating heavily against my naked arms.  It showered my delicate frame and drenched my lustrous, white nightgown.  My slippers had long since fallen off, and I was, though I didn’t know it, freezing.  Every part of me was without sensation as well as my heart.  It was frosty; it was gradually collapsing as I ran.  I sprinted toward my destiny, toward my love, toward my everything.  The sky wept along with me as I made my way to the park where my love had said he would be.  He said he must say his ultimate farewell, and I could not, would not give him the opportunity to depart.  I would drape my arms around his muscular body and envelope him in a fervent kiss.  We would spend the rest of the night talking, laughing, loving, and we would go on living to love and be loved by one another.  He couldn’t leave.  My blood ran cold when my ears were startled with the unexpected ring of a gunshot, resonating through the thick ambiance.  I did not hear myself shriek.  All I heard was the shocking sound of a body striking against cold earth.  Hitting record swiftness I discovered my love, in a puddle of blood, on the ground with a gun held loosely in his hand.  I leaped onto his corpse hoping to arouse him.  It didn’t help.  He was too motionless, too tranquil.  He was too far to love me and for I to love him.  My love’s crimson tinted blood ran onto my white gown, staining it with its sickening color. And I then pushed his perfectly chocolate hand against my heaving breasts. My caramel hand, I pressed against his bleeding torso so that the remnants of my shattered heart could seep into his corpse.  For hours I was there, hugging my lover, and hoping to hear his melodic, tenor voice whisper sweet nothings into my ear.  I was hoping and praying in vain.  My work was in vain, and in vain shall I die, knowing that I never said farewell.  Finally, I realized that my actions were futile, that my words were wasted, and I decided it was time I let go of my fantasy.  Then I planted a concluding sweet kiss against his stone cold lips.  Stumbling over to the swing set I collapsed in a swing, and hung my head.  There, I wept in the night sky, bathed in the moonlight, until the sun arose the next morn.