I saw my future
Without you while you were still...
Windchill is howling in my veins,
as on the windows of these trains...
Her small face rested on my arms,
for I have approached her broken part...
my ice coffee spills with each shake.
this is the fifth time...
I slowly pause as I tell the truth,
Not because I'm thinking of a lie but because...
The dread creeps into consciousness
sparked by failure to remember...
Faded wallpaper
the floors are squeaking...
Quietly, she cries.
Under the streetlamp spotlight...
Change occurs when "damaged"
is labelled crossed my chest...
What else do you expect to find
Within this mortal heart and mind...
I cut to feel something,
Not to end my life...
All the Moms's and Dad's all came to the rescue...