The White The white devoid of feeling. Something got lost. I see your empty eyes you are going to leave. Silence, white and heavy divides us. In my arms, you are still. A drifting piece of apathy. Yet, life goes on. This frozen thing between us refuses to thaw. A monumental iceberg. Delicate, white flakes float down to my brow. I blink them away, and wave goodbye to you.
