epilogue

the windows stay shut,
but the breeze still finds its way in-
an unwanted whisper through the cracks
no one bothers to seal.

the branches claw at the roof,
like Death attempting to
take the last breath
i never wanted to keep.

some mornings,
the mirror forgets to show me
at all-
reminding me how
empty i am.

and the storm clouds-
they keep lowering themselves,
inch by inch,
like they’re trying
to carry me quietly
away.

maybe i should let them.

i think i will.