I held your hand
But I couldn't cry
I kissed your lips
And said my goodbye
Upon a seat
Looking down
Winter hill
Everything was silent
Everything was still
I wrote these words just
For me to keep
They tell a story
Though incomplete
For they're only words
No they're not flesh and blood
They have no heart beat
Contain no love
There just reflections
They don't live and breathe
There just mine to read