Cold Valentine's
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.
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