I remember the day well
Creeping upstairs to someone's heaven
Your hell
It looks pale blue in my mind, the wall
But I think that it was just the cold
Or was it you?
I'm sorry my mouth stayed shut
And no tears ran down my face
But I'd read it all before,
Everything but the cold
Was it you?
Perhaps you came,
Like every cliche
And tried to talk to desperate me
Perhaps you sat in the corner
Watched, smiled and sighed
Perhaps you didn't.
Was it you?