So, I found it at last.

I should've let her stay.
The cold-skinned girl should've stayed.

Her shameless agony in every aspect
of her premature rage,
her hopeless love
of memories once gone forever.
Longing,
her fierceness that poisoned her glow.
All in one. And yet, all in my Cassiopeia.

I witnessed her pale face
and a minute later
her cheeks aflamed as he passed by
touching clumsily her shoulder.
No words. No waves. Nothing.

The void devoured the air,
and she, still unaware of his coming
turnt her face towards me.
"That fool reached my coldest,
tastless and meanest parts of my soul."
Damn bugs..."

All in a while he kissed her slightly,
shutting her mouth,
blurring the absence of thoughts,
ceasing her misery.

"Simple, was it not?" whispered he.