Nitrogen plasma

internal hoarfrost  
blackened  
my sweaty fingertips  
 
as I read  
the goodbye letter  
you left  
in invisible ink
 
the frostbite  
matches  
the rest of me  
 
I loved you  
with this  
nitrogen-steeped  
heart  
enough  
to brave the cold  
 
but your last hit  
sprayed brittle pieces of it  
on the ground  
with shards  
of our broken  
dreams  
 
I cut my foot on them,  
as if they were glass
from a shattered snowglobe  
 
bloody footprints
limping slowly away  
are all I have left
to show you  
 
that I believed