He was so cold
My eyes sting from crying all day
They said he died so suddenly he would've had no pain, and seeing the tube sticking out of his mouth made me think otherwise
He was so cold that I would hug him and remember his warm chest and how his stomach would make funny bubbling noises
How his arms would grow around me in comfort, hoping that I was okay
He was so cold that when I held his hand, yellow and flat, and it didn't hold mine, I could never recover that feeling
Thinking about how when I was asleep he left for the hospital
When I woke up he had a seizure
And when I went for a shower he was gone
Fourteen hours
Fourteen hours between when I saw him last and when I saw him dead
All I could think about was how he was going to teach me to drive, how he was going to be at my formal, how he was going to be at my wedding, and how he was going to see my kids
All I could think about was how his mum had to see her son, gone
No mother should have to see their son in death, and no wife should have to see her husband in death
All I could think of was
He was so cold