Wrapped in my shawl
and fear
and regrets
I sit
alone
with my thoughts
thoughts
regrets
like so many snowflakes
tiny in themselves
yet
they pile
one upon the other
until
at last
they tumble and crumble
and crush everything
with their inconsequential weight
who knew
that one little regret
one thing
that should have meant
nothing
would add up
to crush
everything

the cold
sucks all of the
hope
will
dreams
until everything
is leached away
when even the memories
or warm sun
on smiling faces
fades into shades
of cold hard white

and all I can do
is sit in the quiet
in the dark
alone
empty
and regret.