It seems I cannot breathe.

Possibly the frost around me.

I wish it be gone;

But it will never.

Sit. Waiting by the bus stop;

Shivering, waiting for the bus at night.

My heart, ready to freeze like the leftovers in the freezer;

Not the comfiest scenario, eh?

Is it a bus stop you'd like to die in?

I guess not.

It's cold. Eh?