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Cold air embraces me,
As one by one,
We become shades.
Better to pass boldly
With the glory of passion,
Than wither like a flower,
Faded with age.

I now know while you laid beside me,
He was locked away heavily in your heart,
A love from whom you were torn apart,
As tears fill my heart and eyes,
I see him standing beneath the tree,
Dripping with tears and the ghosts of love long passed.

I feel myself fading into an impalable world,
A world which I know is dissolving in my mind,
As the ghosts of imagination tap on my window,
The flakes of her history, silver and dark,
Fall obliquely against the contrasting light,
Falling softly on the plains, softly falling

And covered is his headstone,
In the shadows of my mind,
The spears of the gate surround my thoughts,
Like the barren thorns that guard her heart.
I can hear the snow falling faintly,
As if they're faintly falling to their final resting place,
Gathering in the wasteland between the living and dead