So cold was the night that she breathed a weary sigh.
I gazed into her eyes as she pointed towards a group of trees.
As my eyes adjusted I saw that old dirt path she spoke of.
I knew that she had walked down it many times before.
After that night it would be my turn to do the same.
I reached out to hold her hand, but she was no longer there.
\"Where does the path end?\", I asked myself.