You lie still on the cold granite slab. I fall to my knees and lean over you. I open your fist, and leave my crimson gift in your palm. It wilts in your folding fingers. I try to wake you up. Gently, I nudge you. Turn your face to me, make you look at me. Your eyes look beyond me. I kiss your unfeeling lips. I catch a whiff of your smell. I breathe into your ear. Struggle to break this silence. I feel the smoothness of your skin. Trace my fingers down your neck to your breast. I put my ear to your chest, and freeze. Your heart beats, for someone else.