She was standing still, just like I was.  

Her hair swaying in same wind as yesterdays.

Everything was white  

The only exception being the crater.

That was black and a grey gradient.

Apart of her skin the same gradient three or four metres

Coming down from that crater.

It took me some time.

I didn’t want to believe that I couldn’t reach for her

And if I did, she would be cold.

If she wasn’t made of material,

Could I feel her warmth?