and if you see her...

tell me what she was wearing and how it looked on her
look to see if that glow she once had is still shining brightly
glance over her arms and look for scars [track marks & self-mutilation]
and tell me if that sparkle is still in her eyes

and if you talk to her...

tell her that it was an alcoholic kind of christmas
one without snow - only ice and bone chilling wind
tell her that i got what i wanted [almost]
and that there is only one thing i still want

and if you hold her...

try and count how many ribs are sticking out
and see if her collarbones are still wonderfully noticeable
tell me how skinny she's gotten [because anorexia sounds appetizing & cocaine is so in]
and ask her how she does it

and when you leave her...

remind her that she’s still in my heart and that i’m never far away
tell her that i love her more than she ever knew
tell her that she's an amazing person [regardless of what they say]
and remind her that when she dies, to wait for me