I died a long time ago,
at least the person you remember did.
I tried to patch up the exit wound
and pick myself off the blood stained carpet.
But I was tired.

I remember you were the light
at the end of the tunnel.
The exit from the misery I have endured.
The finish line to a better existence.
But I watched you fade too.

Maybe the cold isn't the weather,
it could be this vessel, now empty,
reminding me that I died all that time ago
and that I should quit trying to
show life where there is none.

I know you can tell the difference,
my words don't quite line up with tone
of my voice, The distance a growing divider
between the land of the living.
But it's kind of peaceful here.