It Haunts Mine

Ever been out in the cold so long that your breath stops steaming? Everything inside you freezes up, but you're still alive. It doesn't feel like anything, its the shivering that's bad. Once your skin
has chapped over, your lips dried, there is a place of calm, an acceptance that death is looking you in the eye, waiting for God's choice. There's this focus that comes then, like looking through a crystal window. You start to notice the edges of things. Color disappears, there is dark and light, intensity and shadow, and you realize that things have always looked this way, you've just never been still enough to see it. That's me everyday, without the love I had with her, the world just spins
around me, clear as glass and frozen.