I can barely hear you breathing 
I'm sure I had a heart before 
what happened to the beat 
I'm sure I could feel my fingers before 
what happened 
did I grow cold 
I can barely hear you breathing 
your voice is so distant 
am I still alive 
I'm sure there was no pain before 
now I can feel it deep in my soul 
and I can barely hear you breathing 
are you still close 
I'm sure I could see before 
why is it so dark

-- Author's Note --

This poem is for Luke McVittie, who died so suddenly at such a young age (2013). The night was such a horrible shock and I wrote this before we knew he'd passed. He went into a diabetic coma, and stopped breathing half an hour later despite the efforts of his closest friends. Death is so painful and unexpected. We will always remember him in the winter and when we watch Wreck it Ralph.