Before the Light Goes Out

            Delicate bleeding of snowflakes on my beanie as death draws near to me. Time explosion at this moment I crave to pour my heart to you before it ticks away. But the words you gently ruffle into my confession steal the night I have left to spend out in the world:

            “I am in love with someone else,” was all you said to me under the streetlight with snowflakes falling between us.

            Still, you should know and I tell you even though I know you will never understand, “Emptiness is how this body feels on me, and death is a violent storm – yet ripe like the tune from a piano.”

            This is goodbye in winter to you, whose life I choose to shield from my death.