Anna Schmidt by Alyssa Ragsdale

i see you in everything

the pink shirt i throw on in the morning

the pink drink i order at starbucks

the name i give the barista; a name that is not my own, but yours

the pink sky as the sun rises to begin another day without you here

you are here, there, everywhere

the way my lungs fill with oxygen

the way my heart beats

the way my blood flows

the way my eyes blink

the way yours no longer do

and now my lungs feel deprived

my heart skips a beat each time i think of you

my blood, cold

my eyes full of tears

rest easy, anna schmidt