Cold

Cold, dark, lonely, love, forgetting,

I smell the flowers dying in the spring. You died, and so did the flowers. They are all crippled up looking like they are starving for water. Is that what you look like right now? Don’t answer that I don’t want to think of you like that. Dying is normal they say, everybody does it. So, if everybody does it why did you have to go? Why couldn’t the flowers just die. I need you. Life is hard without you. All of our friends always say that it’s going to get easier, but it’s been hard. You remember when we would eat frosted flakes with extra sugar on top, because there was something about more sugar on top of sugar that we just couldn’t resist. Nobody knows how hard it’s going to be for me to look at a frosted flake box. Your smiles would light up when you watched the Saturday morning cartoons. You don’t think you could come back even for a little while just to say hello, we don’t even have to say goodbye. I’ve had enough goodbyes. We could throw a dance party; we didn’t dance enough. It’s cold in our room now, the window is closed, but it’s still cold without you. I didn’t even realize how warm you had me in that ice box. I hope you’re warm where you are, because I know you hate being cold. The heat would stay on in our apartment even in the spring. I used to hate that, but now I would do anything for the heat to be on with you in our bed. I guess I should start calling it my bed. You don’t sleep there anymore. I sleep alone, with the dead flowers, the chilly room, and the basically empty frosted flake box. You should of ate them all that morning, because I hate looking at. Court is tomorrow for you, everything for you even though you aren’t here anymore.  I’m sorry for what he did to you, I should have been there. I think about it every day, while im in my cold dark room without you.