“The South Pole”

As memories of you, frostbitten and faded,  project on me the woe that winter weather brings, an ever growing darkness and twenty below wind chill drag me until I stand still and drain the life from me. Paper-cuts and lovers sting my heart and fingers. Such trivial wounds and words may be deeper than they seem.  Now flurries of my sadness have turned into a blizzard, and everything I was got lost in drifts of snow.