When fairies are gone

A word... a sound... a sight...
And staring at the snowy landscape I wonder where all my fairies had gone. Last time I saw them I was with you... but you are gone... so far… so cold… and now, laying here in the cold snow I can’t think properly. When did you say goodbye? When you decided to run away of my life?
I close my hand a little bit more than before and feel the silver necklace cutting my skin… one last thought… an incredibly sweet sadness in your eyes… and then… nothing. Not a word… not a sound… not a sight…
And fairies are gone carrying the pieces of my once alive broken heart with their tiny mischievous hands.