Each time I saw you, a piece broke off,
like a snowball crumbling away.
You reminded me of everything peaceful,
just to resurface every bruise on my heart.
You were here for only a moment,
yet the scars you left will remain forever.
I did not know how to move on from a moment,
a moment gone too quick to understand.
The softness of your voice,
the smoothness of your skin,
the kindness in your smile,
forever branding themselves into my skin.
I learnt from you that even beauty,
especially beauty,
can be the worst form of torture.