It's so cold inside.
I can feel the ice break
and I feel the earth quake.

I know without a doubt that you hear me when I cry.
I know how to die.
And yet, the unknown is fine.
And yet, the hate is sublime.
I know that music is unsung tonight.
And I will go to the light.

That which is not spoken can still be heared.
It's not about the word in the end.
The emotion- devotion- is the winner in mind.
No matter what this won't change.

I know without a doubt that you hear me when I cry.
I know how to die.
And yet, the unknown is fine.
And yet, the hate is sublime.
I know that music is unsung tonight.
And I will go to the light.

And finally in the cold and dark,
I will show you my broken heart.
A letter in the chest.
I'll wear my best dress.
I will do my best.

*Leaving life.

I watched.
As the color faded from your eyes.
As the blood left your cheeks.
I watched.

I watched.
Like a man selling flowers at a corner
Waiting for the streetlight to turn red,
I watched.

I cried.
As I sat there waiting for paramedics.
As I felt the warmth leave your body.
I cried.

I cried.
Like parents in a hospital waiting room
As the doctor delivers bad news.
I cried.

I waited.
As the sounds of sirens cut through the air.
As they covered your face in that white blanket.
I waited.

I waited.
Like an ice cream vendor
Who waits for the last school bell to ring.
I waited.

And I hate that all I did was watch, cry, and wait.
As I watch you dance and run around in my head.
As I cry myself to sleep on this now empty bed.
As I wait to feel your warmth, but feel the cold instead.