It's so cold here.
There's no wiggle room
for me at all.
I know I'm not breathing,
but I miss your breath.
It's so cold.
It's winter time and
the dirt seems to have
gotten the memo
and turned as cold as ice.
The dirt became my home
and the mice that play in
my ribs became my friends.
I still miss you.
I wish you could
warm me up again.
I miss sitting in front
of your fireplace
and whispering love letters
in each other's ears.
I still think of you
even after my skin has decayed
and my muscles have
become part of the earth.
I'm sorry I had to go like that.
I'm sorry I took that jump,
and I'm sorry you found
me like that, all broken and ******.
I was just really cold on Earth too.
Down here's not much
of an improvement.

It's so cold down here.