After the snow,
there is a moment of utter stillness.
A moment to move forward
or to stay.
I always stayed.
Always planted myself in the snow until
a cold sleepiness would form over my eyes,
leading to the final darkness.
I was not ready to give you that power.
That power is not for you.
That power is not for me.
It is for the fates to decide.
When I felt you pull me deeper into the cold
I ran.
I found whatever drop of light I could
and set the forest ablaze.
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