Do you ever wonder why the stars never seem to twinkle in your eyes?
Do you ever ask why the snowflakes melted when you reached out to touch their beauty?
And then when the grass doesn’t grow back after you roll down the hills?

Do you wonder why I mapped out the constellations in the freckles on your back or why I bought you a Christmas present again but couldn’t bring myself to show you.

I doubt it.
Because you stopped asking why when the autumn came and everything started to die… even without you.

And I know I am probably dead to you.
Frozen in time.
A snowflake you touched, now mist in the air.
A pebble you skipped, now at the bottom of a lake.
A note sung, the cadence faded to silence.

Because silence always said more than words ever could.