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.
