I died a few months ago
I don’t know if you remember now
It was cold, frost sort of swirled in the wind
And burned in your frigid eyes
My fingers were numb and blue as I typed the last words to you
And my last breath came in that visible fog that cold makes
Almost a sob, but also a bit of a shivering shutter
My heart pounded out one final thud
Tired of racing at your smiles and sorrowful good byes
My eyes glazed over with that now ever present frost
And I wished, just wished, to hear your laugh once again
As the sounds faded away
In the brilliant white noise
And finally into silence
The silver blade clattered on the floor
And splattered the clear cold of my tears across the white tile
I watched as the red seeped through the tan
And I smiled
Nearly laughed at the bubbly feeling that boiled within me
The next day at school
You breath kind of hitched when you saw me
There was a sort of spasm in your throat as you gulped
As if you wished you could swallow back the last words you’d said to me
I wondered if you saw the frost and the blue
I wondered if you realized I didn’t breathe as I walked
Or as I sat
I wondered if you noticed the dullness of my skin
Without the blood pounding behind it
Did you regret it then?
Did you wish you hadn’t given up on us?
You must have glanced at me a thousand times
Funny how you never noticed I was dead