You asked me if I wanted to die
I said 'someday.'
You turned to me and whispered,
'someday it'll be me too.'
You had something in your hand as you shook I heard them rattle.
A bottle of pills sat in your hands, ready to be swallowed.
I stared at you, my eyes an icy blue. You stared back, your hazel eyes piercing mine.
A shattering sound broke through the silence.
The pill bottle rolled across the floor, the little colorful pills littered the floor.
I held you in my arms. Whispered condolences to you repeatedly.
"someday is not today."
