Poems and Heartache

Eleven

Your silence screams

all those words in which

I had failed to hear

when it mattered.

Your blank eyes

no longer show

the sparkle of life

which I took for granted.

Your chapped lips

are set in a line

not smiling happily

as you did before.

Your damaged arms

in hues of black, blue, and red

hidden carefully

behind a lie of being cold.

Your protruding bones

signs of self-hatred

slip by me

unknowingly.

My blindness

allowed you to go

unhappily hidden.

All too late did I realize

the small things,

all too late did I realize

for you were already gone.