Another One Of Your Mistakes

With darkened eyes I watch as the sun creeps upon my window sill.
Bathing snow covered surroundings in golden rays of light.
Savoring each ray upon its dew covered top; the leaves lightly shake beneath the cold blankets upon them.
Soft and shallow breaths may brush across a pillow’s top.
Escaping into a stuffy warm room, the breath is caught in the balance.
It can not reach a plant that needs to breathe.

A single sigh may not speak; yet it screams so loud.
Deafening this silence with its unexpected presence.
No sniffles or unwanted coughing, just silence in this weight upon strained shoulders.
Drooping eyes; with chocolate swirls inside them, blink involuntarily.
Soft skin; so gentle to the touch, twitches without question.

In a single moment the warmth of this minute is cut short with cold.
No snow may fall nor rain may pour.
The sun may shine but we don’t feel warm.
Sleet shall stay inside the clouds, and fog is nowhere to be found.
Just silence.

Slick liquids drip.
And silence smiles as it is finally broken.
The body found.
Cold on the ground.