My legs lack the will to stand, my heart to beat, my soul to exist. Coldness has wrapped me in her blanket, coating my organs and bones in ice, turning my blood to gel that pulses thickly through these weakened veins. I sit here in the grey of my world, the only light I knew gone, wondering how to move on, how to fulfill what I've been asked to do. The ground is still moist from the night's rain, my clothes soaked. I care not. My only reason for living swept away from under my feet like a fleeting leaf in a fast current. What am I supposed to do? I'm alone, I don't know how to carry on without you. My hand finds the chiseled words on the stone. Why did you leave?