Pale

Is it why?

Or is there something else.

For I am too scared to search you,

So,

Please, get up, and talk.

Is it why?

Or was it someone else.

For I am too shocked to leave you,

So,

Please, get up, and walk.

Help me, so I do not cry.

Or shall I also...

It has all drained.

The colour from your face.

The happiness from your cheeks.

The smile on your lips.

And now you are so pale.

Without your blood.

Without your life.