Still Falling

The snowflakes
are like
a whisper
of our bitter
love.

***

The frosty wind
embraces me
much like the way
you have now
cast me in your dungeon
of hate.

***

I loved you deeply,
desperately, breathlessly
and honestly.
If you do not believe it,
bid me to and I will cut my chest
open to show you
your footprints on my
heart.