i read your words on the worn piece of paper,
and i stumble back, 
in realziation of what has just happened.
a chill consumes the air,
it consumes me.
i lay down and try and take comfort
in what i have left
only to find a few thin sheets, 
dirty and worn.
i do my best to curl up in them,
but to no avail.
i die in my sleep
my body ridged and frozen
my heart stoped in place.