Requiem
In the white season's icy days,
The final snow catches in my hands,
Though they grasped for your kind words,
Even just one being enough,
But cold hearted things were said
I regret them now as the snow melts and spills out of my hands
The memories are too cruel,
The memories are too painful,
My breathing stops, along with my heart,
For my soul is frozen and dead,
And left to decay in the season's thawing blue sun