Not There

A pale grey sky, clouded and depressed
White covers the land in a thick blanket
A once green forest covered in snow
The cold wind chills me to the bone
I stand in an opening, surrounded by trees
A tall man stands behind me
A breeze blows from beyond
His long black hair contrasts the pure white snow
His hot breath warms my neck
His hands on my arms, holding me close
His soft scarf rapped around my chilled face
His scent contained within
A faint whisper reaches my ear
I cannot make it out
I look behind me
He is not there
He was never there
Why doesn't he exist
Why is he not real
Why