Snow in the place of a heart

Old man winter walks in my bones.
Howling through my woodland lungs.
Scarlett snow with bruised skin falls.
I am fallen now.
I never was one for tears.
Grey memories wash upon this lonely light of morning.
The bitter taste of losing all of this, all of you.
Who asked him to come?

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