A second of pain

I relive day by day
a moment of the past
that has already become extinct,
a second of pain
and cold
in which I fell into an abyss
from which I have not yet returned.
I no longer find happiness
in the words,
I no longer find love
in love.
I have no consolation
in my poetry or in yours,
perennial memories
of the time in which the self died.