No, I'm sorry, no.
Deep in the deaf black night
I lay alone
In a box, the emptiness crushes me
The hollow space stares at me
Disappointed, tear filled eyes

Reaching towards me
Icy claws rip my heart
The past chills my veins
Hope slips through my fingers as if it were sand

Memories scream in my ears
Only my whispered sobbing would be heard
Though no one is around to hear

Scents surround me
Sweets baked too long
Easter eggs not found in time
Fast food containers in the back seat

The metallic taste of soda on bottle caps
Just enough to show what was

Pin-pricks of color around a line on my canvas

A varied, broken line
The could be's of every decision in my existence

These are mine
Coulds
Woulds
Shoulds
Though none of them can be