Hot Chocolate

The frosted wind pricks my face, My tears make icy streaks, I hold my breath for a minute, Maybe if my heart stopped, it wouldn't hurt. The heartache felt prominent, As though a wound had opened, I wish I was anywhere else, Instead of this cold, desolate place. I look up to the smudged grey sky, Mom, can you hear me? You left me here, alone, And I question why I'm still alive. She must have heard me, A man stepped down from his porch, Handed me a cup of steaming chocolate, Told me I looked cold. Mom knew I loved hot chocolate, The heat of the steaming, swirling beverage melted my frozen lips, And I could smile. Mom was always so clever, Her remembrance forever burns in my heart, And so does the man from that porch, Who gave me hot chocolate just to see me smile.