As frigid as my heart the wind blew in The bracing cold upon my face was nice My veins already tart -- prepared for ice Like darkness, filtering down where I have been. Age is raison d'etre lost, not gained Splintered, flaked loves long extinguished No longer can they be distinguished Yet the frosted fragments have remained. For now, my tingling digits hold that broken past The somnambulant freeze just helps it last.