Poetry by Kat

You Must Be Cold

I hate to have to visit you this way.
Tears streaming down my face.
Words tumbling out of my mouth,
All chopped up and broken between gut-wrenching sobs.

I hate for you to seem so distant,
Yet there's no way I can bring you back to this reality.
It's truly a case of right person wrong time.
Surely it must be. Surely it must.

I know you always loved this spot.
Right underneath the oak tree, you know the one with the tire swing.
And the rope.
Oh how you loved the rope.
I've grown to hate that rope.

I don't want to have to keep leaving you.
Surely you must be cold out here ,no?
Surely you must.
It's always raining, and the sun doesn't seem to shine as brightly as it used to before.

Surely you must be cold ,my dear.

I hate having to leave, it always breaks my heart, yours too if it beat like it used to.
I hate having to leave, but I must.
After all, the graveyard closes soon.

Surely you must be cold ,my dear.

Surely you must..