One more thing

there are five things
the sounds of the winter band
strumming along to the beat of wind
the sight of the stoic bird
holding fast to the frozen ground
the feel of molded plastic
warming slowly to the touch
the taste of bitter sugar
slowly burning my tongue
but not a single smell
instead a secret thought
that has been a part of me
for a year times five
and when it opens
if feels just like the day
you decided to vanish
as if my heart had been replaced
by the air in my lungs
and perhaps i'm being dramatic
but now there are four things
as the music slowly fades
leaving me in silence
three, as the bird gives up
and carries it's frozen body away
to some better company
two as my hand goes increasingly numb
not that I would ever notice
and my tongue, now dry and empty
leaves only
one more thing
you
the thought of you
the thought of never seeing you again
will haunt me
stay with me
even after everything else has faded away