I'm drowning slowly

Where am I? What did I do? Why am I cold? Why am I crying? Why am I lonley? The girl sits up. Afraid and alone. Confused, she looks up at a pale winter sky. Leaves fall on her. Snow flakes kiss her roesy face. I thought he loved me....I thought..w-wrong. A sob escapes her lips. Was it him? I cant remeber... She sees dead ciggarets and broken beer cans. Her long delicate fingures touch her red hair. Her hand jurks away suddenly, Somethings there. In her hair? Yes! She pulls a purple iris from her curls. She stands, her head is sore. Still, she stands, in a park in winter, alone, cold and afraid with only the dead leafs trees, the hush of falling snow and the only light of hope is the iris. She cradles the flower like a newborn child. Tears stain its petals. Where did you go? "Your such a silly girl! I'd never leave you in Central Park!" She spins around. He smiles. The anger is forgotten.....all sarrow gone. The winter sun is brighter. So, they confide in each others eyes, and drown slowly in there gentel whisperd words