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The November air fills my lungs,
Razor blades play on my neck,
A sharpness so fine and without flaw,
A coldness without a drop of hate.

The ground unseen forgotten under the snow,
I kneel, I fall, I drop to my knees.
Lips part as if to speak,
A shallow breath, a slow exhale.

Downcast eyes, now too tired to lift.
I embrace the ground, I whisper her name.
Arms outstretched, grasping for her hand.
So close now, an inch, maybe two.

So cold, too cold, a pale like the moon.
Eyes uplifted, an eternal taste of night.
I wasn’t there when you must have called out my name.
Tears now frozen to your cheek, where I used to lay my hand.

I'm here for you now, and always, never again to leave your side.
Shamed for all the times, the words, the pain you had to hide.
I close your eyes, brush the snow from your lips.
I hope for a warmness, a sound, a single breath.

Nothing.

I lay my head down, rested on your chest.
Like so many times before, just to listen to your heartbeat.
Or at least the one I used to hear.
Nothing now, no rise, no fall.

Motionless.

So tired now, soon to be in dream.
I can see you, feel you, sense that you are near.
I speak two words, in a breath, that only you can hear.
Close my eyes, still my lungs.

Walk into your arms.

One cold November day.

Description
The November air fills my lungs,
Razor blades play on my neck,
A sharpness so fine and without flaw,
A coldness without a drop of hate.

The ground unseen forgotten under the snow,
I kneel, I fall, I drop to my knees.
Lips part as if to speak,
A shallow breath, a slow exhale.

Downcast eyes, now too tired to lift.
I embrace the ground, I whisper her name.
Arms outstretched, grasping for her hand.
So close now, an inch, maybe two.

So cold, too cold, a pale like the moon.
Eyes uplifted, an eternal taste of night.
I wasn’t there when you must have called out my name.
Tears now frozen to your cheek, where I used to lay my hand.

I'm here for you now, and always, never again to leave your side.
Shamed for all the times, the words, the pain you had to hide.
I close your eyes, brush the snow from your lips.
I hope for a warmness, a sound, a single breath.

Nothing.

I lay my head down, rested on your chest.
Like so many times before, just to listen to your heartbeat.
Or at least the one I used to hear.
Nothing now, no rise, no fall.

Motionless.

So tired now, soon to be in dream.
I can see you, feel you, sense that you are near.
I speak two words, in a breath, that only you can hear.
Close my eyes, still my lungs.

Walk into your arms.

One cold November day.