Off The Grid

Hesitant, I had only uttered Hi,
Where has happiness hid?
Are you off the grid?
How is it already good bye?

The last word was only hours ago,
Still, it feels like scorching centuries.
Breathing my last within those memories.
Hands turn slower, time drips like snow.

Do I see a rhythmic rejoice?
My gaze draws close. I sigh—
The heart just told me a lie.
Life could you stop turning ice?