i'm talking too. i'm saying, "i'm sorry. i'm still here, i'm sorry i'm sorry."
you kiss my eyelids. "goodbye," you say one final time. i realize then that maybe you weren't talking to me when you were saying goodbye. you're climbing in next to me. i thrash. you wrap your arms around me and you lay your head in the red puddle that formed beneath me.
i tell you this can't happen. i tell you to leave. i tell you that you've still got time, but i don't think you know what i mean.
the casket closes. your fingers burn my icy skin. I scream.