One Bullet

One Bullet

It's cold
Too cold
I can't see you, from across the room
I move closer
Slowly
Urging myself, just keep going
It's not you
It can't be
They made a mistake
It's just an arm
Could be anyone
That big, white sheet
So deceiving
Curious
No, don't pick it up
The tattoo tells me
They're right
It is you
Cold
Too cold
No real hand is that cold
Something is not right
This is all wrong
I'm angry
I want to yell at you
I do yell, but you can't hear me
I cry
For you
For me
For all of us
Left here
Picking up these pieces
One bullet
So much damage
A life gone
Too soon