When You Become Ashes

All of your dark blood spills across the sidewalk,
As your breaths become more and more shallow.
If only I knew that you would never speak or talk
Again. I feel your pulse become faint and hallow.
Your delicate, porcelain skin that turns ghostly
White and pale. Your expressive eyes become dark
And dead. Your deep guts and insides are mostly
Empty. That will you had to live and that spark
Are put out like a fire. I wish that I had the words
To say something, but what is the point anymore?
All I can do is stand and watch on as all the birds
Pick at your body leftovers. I simply wish that your
Soul spirit was able to keep living on and give me
The kind of advice or wisdom that the world could
Really use now. You always had some way to see
Bright things. I wish that I knew what you would
Do or say, but all that you have left behind are dust
And ashes. Without your presence I have to adjust.