Comatose

I’d might boast

That you’re the one I love most

Except that on dead ears you’d hear

“Can you hear me?”

Coddling

I’m closely snuggling

Frostbite body can’t stop me from tussling

Even though you’re locked rigid I ask

“Can you hear me?”

Corpse

God’s best work

By now floral beauty dies and warps

Except your pretty touch lulls to question

“Can you hear me?”

Couldn’t

It didn’t

Assemble to answer and it isn’t

Everything I hoped for yet whispering

“Can you hear me?”