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Victor and his decisions
Changed
When he realized the person
Who he made these decisions for
Wasn’t here anymore

And he started to feel the effects of this absence:

The World/Their Home/His Heart
Shuddered,
Trembled
In the cold

It was small decision at first:
It was the presence of his smile
And the volume of his laugh
Or
The time at which he rose from bed

But as it got colder
and colder
and colder

He realized the only way he’d be able to continue living

Is if he found that warmth again.

So he did, in the oddest of places:
In the heart of someone’s palm
sliding against his chest
In the center of the thick, white tablet
Melting on his tongue

But…

People only told me, I had gotten colder.

and colder

and colder

and colder…

and…

The house is quiet, and without company.

And the only room, that houses the only child
Feels a large gust of wind
Which shakes it
And flips through a journal
Sitting on a desk

The page reads, in writing that is quick, and light:

I wish there wasn’t so much shame attached to death.

I think death is a peaceful thing; to give up, to say,
I think I just need some time, before I come back
and try again

I’m sorry, Maria
But I think I need some time
Before I try again

It is the page his guardian comes to
When she finds him gone from his room

And it is the last decisions he makes
Before they send him away.

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