It all comes apart in my hands, like sand, and winters grain,

Frozen… but still in pain.

For while tears roll stiffly, the mind flies swiftly, once bold,

The heart's strength is seized by the cold.

Wither you, wanderer, glance down on small tragedy,

Beheld with soft words, and soft cries from within me.

A warm touch, a marvel; time goes by, warmth recedes.

The spread of it seeps through the snow, like it bleeds…

Or could take no more pity, and so fled such pain clear

For what could have kept such a wretchéd soul here?

Faint courage forsaking its image of hope,

I lie by, and losing the words that I spoke,

Cannot recall a taste or a touch to my thoughts

I drift by the wind as it holds all breaths caught.

Memories reach past me, miming ancient trees,

The loss of such sense brings my world to its knees,

Oh, time.

I wasted my life in the waiting.

What point's there to struggle, and not cherish the good things?

I was happy a while, for I loved you so much,

And the thought of the stir of my blood at your touch…

And your sigh, now but memories of breath I can't own,

My dear friend. It took God to make me go.