He’s white in the face
Lips an icy blue
His fingers are purple
His skin’s dark as night
My cheeks fill with blush
It sends goosebumps in a rush
A shiver down my spine
Lifeless are his eyes
They lay, clear as glass
He’s dying with class
I have to say goodbye
It’ll be the last time
Tears run down my crimson cheeks
My heart has turned to stone
As I slowly turn my back
They lower him down
Deep into the ground
I no longer know what to say
I cannot contain my fears without him here
They grow and grow
I want him to come home
But Ma says “He is”
I don’t know how to be
Whenever he is not with me.