An Ode to Death

She was cold.

Her skin like ice, never once warm

She was freezing to the touch

She was cold

He was lonesome

Didn't know a single face

Afraid of his own shadow

He was lonesome

He saw her

He felt a buzz of something

Something he didn't know

He saw her

She spoke to him

Her voice low and fraught with pain

Hiding her tears and fear

She spoke to him

Something happened that day

Something sparked inside them both

Something they didn't know they had been missing

Something happened that day

She was cold

He was lonely

He warmed her up

She introduced him to others

These broken nobodies

Became complete

in each other