The messy braided hair Is all that's left of you Standing in a white dress
It was seventy degrees outside You shut the window
"I'm sorry," Your handwriting just vexed me Your pen had too much ink
Your toenails were broken
The white page turned to gaping black As you crossed out the words I closed the door and walked away
You said you felt some sort of chill, and I believed you Must have been a gap between the stark walls and the blanched window frame I found you a blanket
I thought about adding the quote, "Hospital gowns never fit like they should. We yelled at the nurse, didn't do any good," from "Long Way From Home," by the Lumineers, but I thought I would let the poem go by itself. Not enough people have hear that song. Feel free to imaginarily add it after the line "Your toenails were broken"