It drove home hard the place I was in, my face chapped by winter,
my soul hardened by sin.
I couldn’t feel much at all now. Could see even less.
I’d seen enough.
A church bell rings in the distance haunting echoes resound.
I recall a time when I knew the joy of that.
Was that a thousand lives ago?
I drop the bottle,
Snow crunches under the step I take
toward the sound.