Post-Mortem

When I begged you 

to see a doctor, 

said the darkness 

would turn even 

your brightest colors 

black, 

you promised 

you were 

fine. 

You were a 

man in progress, 

in the process of 

hardening 

into a survivor. 

And now that 

you have gone, 

we are left. 

I can feel my edges 

hardening.