The White

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.