Rumored

It was cold, so cold to the touch.
It's like nothing I have felt before.
No heartbeat--not even a pulse.
The rumors had finally come true.

I wanted to cry, cry just for you.
To show you just how sad I was.
Tears can't fall today or tomorrow.
I won't allow myself, stand tall I must.
Oh, how I wish yesterday was a lie.

I relive every second, down to every moment.
Finally notice, you won't be coming back.
Then one year goes by then another.

The rumors had finally come true.
No heartbeat--not even a pulse.
It's like nothing I have felt before.
It was cold, so cold to the touch

© Megan Wheeler 2007