• He just sits there, lost.
    Lost since that day of shattering,
    Shattering of his heart,
    Never to be the same.

    So he sits there, watching,
    Staring, glaring at the snow.
    Snow is bad for him,
    Seeing her image, her face...

    The pain it brings,
    Pain wanting to be forgotten,
    But it remains.

    So there he sits,
    Lost within himself,
    Within the snow,
    Never to be found.

    Sitting there, drowning in the snow.