This morning the world held

Less color.

The wind in the trees

Sounding like mournful sighs

Not whispers of hope.

Five days it took

For the realization to

Sink in.

You are not coming home

There is no more you.

And I am alone.

I have felt frozen all day

Wrapped in blankets

And still, I shiver.

Emotions flood

And drown me.

The person I have been

Dies.

The person I am to become

Waits to be born.