In hindsight, it makes sense that you chose the coldest
day of December. You always said that the sun's heat
wouldn't fix the cold you felt.
What I don't understand
is why you chose this day, of all
of all times,
when the roads were icy and
the powder was still fresh and
the streetlights were glowing and
your parents were too busy loving each other to love you and
you could hear the voices of those singing praise to a baby
that grew up to die
kind of the same way you did - voluntarily,
and hanging from wood, and you both believed
you were saving the world.
I'm not sure if He accomplished that, but
I'm positive that you didn't.