Warm days in Winter

I remember the warm days in winter.
The sudden knowing, the white wind blowing.
I remember the cold air around her,
Peeling back like dry paint from her heat.
I remember...
The instinctive grace of our passion,
The complete surrender to each other.
Abandoned now and years removed,
Covered over with dust and age,
Still, she has lost no power;
Surely, she has lost no power.
As her return these many years later,
Cast cold water in my sleeping love's face.
The icy knife of realization cold and brutal,
Too late now to change my course.
What have I done? What have I lost?
I'm sure I will never know.
But I remember the warm days in winter.