Frigid Waters
He watched her die from a measured distance;
carefully calibrated and guaranteed to keep the
anguish from reaching his throat with its
steely fingers and choking the remaining
compassion out of his cowardly body
Sharp eyes still taking in the carnage despite
the geographical buffer; keen ears recording the
groans and words of regret across the coaxial moat;
soul silently feeling the judgment being passed and
sentence being executed
From this frigid place, separated by an icy sea of tears,
across the frozen wasteland of old regrets,
deep below the tundra of disappointments,
fossilized in the permafrost of a broken heart,
he coldly watched her die
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