The girl

She just sat there in a melancholy way
Silent, like the silent day.
About the place, quite and cold,
About the girl: she didn't look too old.

It was winter, icy and dark
Slippery roads, frozen bark.
The whole area was chilly white
It looked like the scenario of a beautiful night.

I ventured further, to get a look at her.
Now that I did she had skin like leather.
I sat down , to ask "what's goin' on?"
I hardly believed my eyes"She's gone!"
Was that a ghost? or was it just me?
Was that the past? or was that a memory?