People say we can talk with our eyes, but you haven't said a thing to me for so long now. I thought that where there were clouds there would always be a silver lining. But I've looked up at those skies and back on my life and all there's been is rain and stormy nights. 'It'll get better" I've heard it all oh so many times but it doesn't, it really doesn't, because if it did then this wouldn't be how it ends for us.
I sit here on this little brown chair for hours on end, looking at those glassy blue eyes, that pearly white skin and honey blonde hair. Your cheek bones are sunken in and your gaze is absent. I remember when those cheeks were full and pink and that gaze was warm and kind. The days that you and I would ride down the quiet streets in trolleys, talk about everything and leave out nothing. But it was that day, the day that you kept a secret, a big secret, that everything burnt to flames. And now, you lie in your white gown on those white sheets in a white room, with pale blue lips and short breaths. You never said a word to me from then on. I looked hard into those hollowed blue eyes to find my friend, to hear the words I needed to hear. But I couldn't find them.
I thought that where there were clouds there would always be a silver lining. But there are no silver linings. I know that now.