I see your face in cloudy street lamps.

they're dark and gloomy.
just like you.

your cynical smile could light up a room and I'm still confused as to how you did it.
yet I never questioned it back then.

I wish I had.

that smile was the most comforting thing in the world.
and I watched it wither away into sunken cheek bones and rotten teeth.

I watched your lungs wither away to empty ribcages.
and your arms turn into brittle bones.

I watched your shoulders hug your own body.
and your hips turn into handles.

I watched you decay into the nothingness of the world.
and sometimes I feel, that if I questioned that cynical smile.

you'd still be here