The ground feels colder today
The ice around my eyes
Built a little higher
I can still wiggle my fingers
I can still see the faint fog of breath
That escapes my lips periodically
The bruise is starting to show
From my most recent fall
The blood from the last one
Has not yet even hardened
I didn’t reach out this time
Didn’t call out
I just gave in
I embraced the cement below me
For it knows me well
But it does not greet me as it did before
It lies still
Anticipating my arrival
Predicting it
I do not try to get up today
I don’t even look around
I settle in to my family shape
I prepare quiet emptiness
That had already began to creep in
No light
No warmth
Just me
And my cold concrete pit