Breaths against a windowpane
My fingers all but still
Cloth clad in worn out fad
To ward off winter’s chill

Clinging to aged photos
Keeping both my cheeks dry
Silence shrouds and even clouds
Beats of heart and war cry

Withered cheeks are all I feel
My days of youth are gone
Memories are memories
Preserved and never wrong

A rumbling stomach follows
My new friend and ally
Food I toss, along with dental floss
And decay faster than folly

When I am long gone,
And no one is like me
Will you still find, through law or crime
You used to love me, slightly?