I don’t remember the last time I saw you

But the last time is coming up.

Anxiety and fear to see you

Deceased and decaying and a funny colour

Blue green or yellow

Eyes closed

Will you be smiling

Or sad

And I want to know the little things

Like was you on your back or on your side

Was you curled up 

Warm duvet 

Tucked up inside

Swallowing my pride

Because I’ve not been the same since

A big piece of me has died

May as well dispose of my heart

You can have it

Take it

I don’t need it anymore 

Shattered 

Pieces all over the floor

Make it a treasure hunt 

I’ll figure out a reward