Frost in May

Coldness bathes
my failing skin
as falling flakes
settle upon
that which once
burned bright
in sunlight,
bathed in spelndor
and all the protection
offered in being.
And now
how I long for
the unknown,
to slip
beneath the surface
as snow falls
gently
from the sky.

After

If time stands still because you are absent from the world then life has failed and all that is left is to gently pack away the remaining remnants of you.