Adieu

This is it.

This is how I die.

The snow freezes over my face

I'm lying here in the snow.

You wouldn't  see me until you stepped on me

Frost bite doesn't feel so bad

But that's probably because I can't feel at all

It melts at the touch of my warm skin

Then a breeze

It freezes over again.

I can't see

Can't feel

Can barely hear

I don't know how long I've been here

Waiting

Nobody has come near

All fear has washed away

Whatever comes:

Is

"Adieu, adieu, adieu. Remember me"