Dropbox For My Thoughts

7

This is real
It really is
Cracked.
Destroyed.
I can see all
the little pieces
right there,
laid out
across the ground
like leaves that have
given up.
I can't accept that
My brain is frozen
stuck in the wintery air
I feel selfish.
Standing here, breathing,
When he isn't.
His breath can't
come out in wispy white
puffs
like theirs does
when they breathe out
those helpless words,
"It sucks, doesn't it?"