Kimono

 

Her Kimono fluttered in the wind
as she watched the snow fall beyond the shelter.
Once she had lived for him,
now she has died for him.
She stands quietly upon the threshold
waiting for her love to die for her.

Life is cold, one once said,
as the burning sun bit into his back.
Ice had long ago aged his heart,
made his soul bitter to the touch.
He had said, life is hot,
as the freezing snow bit through his cloak.

That was then
and this is now,
he's lost his love
and wonders how.