A heart as cold as stone, that wrenching feeling refuses to cease. You wish it would take the life out of you but every sobbing breath you take goes against you. Every face reminds you of one that was yours, one that this heart held close and whose smile would be all one could ask for. If only consolations were enough, if only words could mean, if only death could take a leap. The hollowness is an unending abyss of pain and regret, emotions just aren't enough to release this pain. So we start seeking comfort in memories; they make a better present than what is. The pain and cognac blend well on these cold nights. Tears become meaningless, for the one that consoled can't make you feel warm and loved, and all that engulfs is the cold mist and loneliness.
