She is so dead,
and yet
as I sit staring at her face
I feel at any moment
she will turn
and face me. A flicker of an
eyelid, a sound of her breathing.
Nothing.
Just a pale faced body
that I am scared to touch
for fear that it will be
ice cold.
Tears soak my cheeks
as I angrily try
to fight them back.
I wish I wasn't here,
but at the same time
I don't want
to leave.