And you asked why
tears were falling from my eyes,
when you wanted to know what scares me the most,
when near three years ago,
this year would make you twenty-two,
I saw the last of you.
Nothing escapes the dread I held,
the rush I felt,
the pain I saw,
but could not help,
Nineteen and on the bed,
tubes and wires,
the only things that made you not dead.
With your senior picture beside you,
your dad crying and telling me to
"Please don't remember him like this,
you knew who he was,
he's that picture,
he's the one thing we will always love."
Your body was broken,
I got my last hug in,
1200 miles apart,
a final goodbye,
my best friend,
how the years have gone by.
The car we once drove
stays parked outside your garage door.
Us friends,
we bear the weight everyday alone,
but I love you in my thoughts,
I know I won't be scared as long as I'm still holding on.
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