Pale Face

As the last day that we talked something felt off, empty almost. I wish I hugged and cried I was sorry. You didn't seem yourself you seemed lifeless in a way gone, Like something was begging taken from your soul your body. Your hands were cold too. our face was pale, paper white. What happened with us that day was scary, Can't seem to grasp what happened that night was fait, You weren't real. You were something of my imagination His imagination, I hate to say that out loud. Your face was so pale that night  sends shivers down my spin when I picture your face, Body, Hands that night. It hurt looking into your eyes while holding you fade away and be something in the back of my mind, Knowing what we had could be fake hurts. The paleness in your face I still see that all the time, Makes me feel like there a hole in my stomach and something grabbing my neck so I cant breath, As I hugged your dead looking body I could the words under you breath "I love you, Don't forget that." I haven't forgotten, I never will In honesty. If I had to pick a time with you that made me feel safe, it would be the day I looked pale sick and like I was fading I was. Yet you saved me. Why couldn't save you? That guilt sits in my body all the time. You saved me and brought my pale paper white body back to life with lively color, Why did I watch your pale body fade in my arms. The day we meet was something new, You were quite, Well you always were. You didn't talk much it was something I found strange about you, But that last week we had together something seemed off. You didn't care which was off of you. I think back to that and think was it really you? Or my mind making me think I needed it was it a dream? Did you ever really go white? I don't get it I don't get what happened to us, Why did you go pale, Why did not try to save you. how do I know your not dead yet? Was i really your special girl? Was that making it up in my head. I don't know what is real and what's not at this point. I miss you and everything we did. I wanna know if you were real or it was His imagination running wild, How do I know what really happened that night, I guess I'll have to picture that pale whit face, Body, And the cold hands that could give frost bite as the last time we ever saw each other faces, Face to Face.