She slipped from the edge

and crashed into

nothing. She set

and just kept on

setting while

he grew lonely

and cold. As

all the stars turned

to snowflakes

falling from black

buckled branches

that hold everything.

The last thing we saw

his scrunched up plastic

bag face stuck in

anguish by frozen tears

pallid in

the thickening dark.

The last golden

scraps follow

the rest into

nothing. Silence

crackles in our ears.