Reaching You

I walked into the room. And quietly took my steps toward the bed. And there I saw her lying peacefully. It was so quiet that I can only hear my heartbeat. I reached to her cold hands. One thing I desire that instant as i rub her fingers again and again- to warm them. But seems futile. The tears that run down to my cheeks into her skin made a thud of weakness inside me. The agony that i never wished to happen. This cry inside my heart, if only in a certain point of volume could awaken her. Can this voice still reach her? Can i still hear her? Even just for a while....