Snowfall

I exhale, and it seems my words leave with that breath, and I see them disappear in the air. I put my hands in my pockets to avoid the biting cold. Now I get what people mean when they say that, it feels like it's gnawing my fingers and making them numb. I’m pretty sure I can't feel my face anymore. The snowfall is so dense that I lost everyone, I didn’t even hear them call my name once…that’s ok. I sit down in the snow, I’m getting tired of trying to find my way when it’s clear they don’t want me to come back. I don’t remember laying down, but now I stare at the small specks of white gently falling down to their end. That's how I feel. A constant fall. And I wait for my end. It will come soon enough. I sigh and close my eyes, let this be the last time I do.