I love the way you walk away

I love the way you walk away,
Like a late nights frost that settles, silently.
As hands brush, and words stutter,
My heart aches, as the world falls to ashes.
So much to lose, but so little to hate.
Some may call it fate.

Cast aside, you descend.
You fell glorious with intent,
but landed deeper than a well that's lost.
I feel you, but you can't feel me.
Lost in the dark we walk.