Your eyes pierce through the muscles in my neck.
They’re like an invisible laser.

I can’t move.
You froze me to the ice cold paving tiles on the sidewalk.

I can almost smell your parfume.
The wind is carrying your smell.

I can almost hear your breath,
simultaneously with mine.

The warmth of your body makes
the winter feel like a warm day in spring.

The earth stops spinning,
People stop moving.

And then I melt.
As I turn around, my lungs fill with air.

Not the air that contains your breath, your parfume or the vibrations of your beating heart.
You’re not here.

You’re nothing but brief smells in the wind and random objects that make me think of you.

The world starts spinning again
And the people start moving.
But you’re still dead
Vanished into thin air