The love has ceased.
The first day of spring, snow continues to blanket my once warm thoughts. Frozen out of my own heart, drifting deeper, falling faster, and finally sunk silently.
Floating beyond grasp, reaching for the steady stream of smoke. Unable to brush away the pain, reminded by the crunch beneath my feet.
I must believe it will melt away, trust the natural order of things. I must understand dissipated energy of the elements.
The love has just begun.
