Here, of all places
Now, of all times
Me, of all people

Tell me, will I live to tell my story?

A few minutes after
You chose to leave,
I forgot to breath.
I forget to breath.
I forget to.
I forget.
I.
.
.
.
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Don’t cry for me
I’m not gone.
My soul is at rest,
My heart lives on.
Light a candle
For me to see
And hold on to
My memory.
But save your tears
For I’m still here
By your side
Through the years.
  
            -Christy Ann Martine

You can rest now,
don’t worry.
We’ll be okay.

Because of you
we survived;
we get to see another day.

You did so well,
there’s no doubt,
but I wish you were still here.

A hero’s death
is always sad,
but yours brought a million tears.

“There’s always hope”,
she said, as
she turned away
to battle.

“There’s always hope”,
I whisper, now.
Though it doesn’t
Seem like that at all.

“You have no chance”,
They said,
Towering high
Above me.

I know.

But that won’t stop me.

We will miss you
And that’s okay.
We said we’d win
Whatever it takes.

For the good of the world
You had to jump.
We all know that,
Yet it still cuts.

Are you happy there?
Do you know we won?
And what about him?
Do you know what he’s done?

You both together
Are the reason we won.
You jumped, he snapped.
It worked, but you’re gone.

It’s time for the countdown,
We’re close enough now.
Waiting for this moment when
I take my final bow.

I exit stage left
After a long speech.
Now it’ll be over
In one, two, three...