You're sitting there. Under the chair. Staring at me. Like years, and years, of what I'd like to call our life. Your green eyes are like...the woods. The woods we grew up in. The woods we came back to. The woods where we met
and where we will leave each other. For a long, long time.
These woods are full of Huffy bikes, and tennis balls, and summer ski trips, and deep lake diving. These woods are where friends are lost, music is found, first love finds you a hundred times, and nothing gets done.
I know you're thirsty, but you won't drink. You're sick of drinking. I try to tip the water up to your lips, but you turn your head. I beg you, "Please, just do it for me." You take one sip but no more. If I could breathe life, you'd find me kissing you. If my tears could heal, you'd find me sobbing on your forehead.
But I don't want your last memories of me to be sadness, so I turn my head away, and use every fiber of my being to pull out a smile for you.
We raised each other. and not once did you not come when I called for you.
We saved each other. and I don't want to think about life without you.
We fought each other. and you always came back into my arms.
I love you . and I don't want to have to bury you.