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