And it Rains

Shades of grey veil my perception. The sky hangs low above me. In it I see eyes of the beloved.
Hovering mist gentle, icy winds that lock in thier icy embrace all thoughts, all emotions till one is naught but an onlooker... one feels not, one simply gazes, observes the dense greyness that surrounds.
The drops come unsure of themselves, one here, then one there...they come tiny but in multitudes so that there is what seems to be a perpetual mist and you stand.

You stand unable to move for such beauty has fixed the mind, such beauty has captured all senses such that you see him, you hear him...you feel him all around. And then you realize that as the winds circle you, there is nothing, no smiles meant for you, no hushed whispers spinning dreams round you-

And the web of reality tightens as you struggle to be free...tightens round an empty heart now devoid of feeling.
you returned....you saw...you cried...you left again,
but what did you leave? who did you leave? and where did you lose 'emotion'

Do I feel?
Do I care?
Do i crumble?