She was Cold

She was Cold
By Amberly M. Oosthuizen

I walked in through the front door,

I asked her mother where she was,

And immediately I knew...

She told me she was in bad shape

She wanted me to help her through 

The rough patch she was going through,

I should have seen it,

But I was blind,

Tears threatened to cascade,

I ran upstairs,

I felt like time was frozen solid,

Like ice,

I couldn't break through

I opened the door,

She was lying on her bed,

Her eyes closed,

She didn't move,

I took her hand,

It was cold,

I wish I'd seen it

But it doesn't matter,

I'm with her now,

I'm cold...

© Amberly A. M.Oosthuizen 2013