Have they noticed me yet?

The cold creeps onto my legs yet I feel a flash of warmth,

A flutter of goosebumps.

A flash I’ve never quite seen.

I can hear the chirping, very bright and full of delight, but I can’t seem to notice since it’s long been drowned out.

Have they noticed my absence?

How I’m chilled to the bone,

How I see the fragile, diminuitive sparrow hopping around.

I see the frozen in time trees,

I see the clouds echoes the dark blue colliding gently and ever so lovingly with that subtle pink that you would foolishly suspect is a blue.

I wish I were frozen in time.

I wish time was frozen so I wouldn’t have to run,

I whisper.

I see my goosebumps fading,

I see my name fading,

I see that I

Am

Fading,

like a soft whisper.