Sat beside you
in the dead silence,
she exhales a long sigh.
It reaches far, to your bare leg, too.
It raises goosebumps,
and a question in your mind.
"You're a little too high,
or a little too low."
They've completely covered your thigh.
She seems so low with such a sad sigh.
Your goosebumps are high from her blow.
You slowly glance her way,
you don't know what to say
because according to her Doctors note,
today's not been her day.
She catches your eyes
and your's meet hers.
Your goosebumps double in size.
Imagining her losing to the sickness within,
goosebumps now engulf your suit of skin
in the dead silence.