The Aftermath Of Love

He stands waist deep in water,
That cold, cold water.
He stands,
Shirtless,
The wind rips at his skin,
Making it raw and red.

She wanders off,
After that last soft kiss,
Nothing more existed.
The only warmth she had,
Was that of a torn shirt,
That smelt of the man she had loved.

He stands,
With a single tear running down his face.

She wanders,
With the only comfort,
That of the torn shirt.