morgue
coldness
chilling air with dimmed lights
silence, random distant whispers
sharp smell of steel
sound of steps over aged white floor tiles
screaming heavy old metal doors
frosted hair, like a morning icy grass
colorless, lifeless skin
lips were grey, semi-open
I think I kissed him last time
somehow that piece of my memory is blurred
wish I could restore that part of our goodbye
maybe I just want to believe I did
can’t remember it though
I do recall his eternal beauty
frozen in time
forever
beauty
