Colors

Cream

Your pasty cream skin glowed as the pale moonbeams leaked into the hospital room. Your skin was never this pasty cream, it used to be sun kissed and blushed. But this fever has drained that from you. Looking at your face I can see how much you have fought to beat this, how much you have tried to regain your healthy cream skin. I desperately held onto your hand as if I could restore and take away this pasty cream skin. Rubbing my thumb across your palm I looked everywhere but at you. Because if I looked at you the tears would begin to flow. Your head is still warm, but I know that can't last for much longer. I know that you have lost hope of regaining your heathy skin and body. When your head grew limp and cold in mine I knew that it was done. Finally looking at your peaceful face, I let the tears flow. I let them drip down as the nurses rushed in and ushered me out. And at that moment I knew that I would never see your face again.