A single snowflake kissed my cheek
As it landed and melted into oblivion,
Transforming into a miniature puddle
On my bare skin.
Sin proper burial,
The snowflake’s remains solidified,
And, aided and abetted by the wind,
Stung me to my very core.
Through the howling,
I heard your voice—
The ghost of your shadow
Haunted me yet,
A reminder of unfinished business.
The eerie solitude evoked
Tears of possibilities,
And they, too, were frozen
At the hand of improbabilities.
Distant from the warmth of thought,
My extremities began to numb,
But the fire at the centre of my being,
Though dwindle it might, would never die,
For it was self-sustaining.
I was left in a precarious state,
Mind, body and soul in stale-mate—
I had no power to beat the frost,
Nor the memories I wished lost.
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