split finger tips
numbly bat
at the bits of memory
scattered in the snow

their touch slowly recedes
deep
to the sunken eyes

these helpless orbs
guide pathetic hands
fumbling with that forgotten feel

they watch as jagged shards
of broken senses
tear at paper skin
to reveal frozen veins
gasping for one spurt
of lovely red life
to ignite in the white

listen,
the final whisper winds
along breathless fissures

my cold love sighs to see
the first few fingers
into ghostly splinters shatter
and
without much fuss
drift back to the snow