She had an ashen face
Her eyes, distant and lifeless,
Echoed inside my head
She met my stare
With sullen glance
And I felt her arctic soul
Resonate with mine
I shuddered at the thought
Have I become stone?
So hardened, and cold
Like a breath of frigid
Self-made winter
Dead inside
But walking
And talking
And trying to laugh
Without falling over
But realizing that life moves
A little faster than I can run
Shadow...are you still there?
This darkness blinds me
Winter chides me
And I have fallen