When the music fills up my body and I fall victim to memories, this is what I feel.

Snow flakes are falling onto the windshield of my car, melting away as fast as they've landed. If I looked to my left, *you* were sitting there just as upset as I. And after *your* departure there was nothing remaining but tears soaked onto the car seat or a short lived feeling of peace between us. I feel the cold in the car, as the warmth left as soon as the door was opened. My body shivers, and I fall down.