With a disgusting smile on his face, he looked at me.
I never really knew what he was trying to achieve.

His green cat eyes would receive my outmost attention.
I don’t know why, a bunch of stereotype computer nerds.

All he was after, was meaning.
He would bark information into a template of non existence.

And it would, never, arrive.
Worried and disappointed his nights would end up being blank thoughts.

Which would have its affect on the next day.
And the next day, another useless undocumented 24 hours of his life.

Was there really a reason to all of it?
When at the end of the day, no one knows.

No one will have seen the sacrifice, the infinite loyalty.
Really, they only see it when your dead.
And once that has happened, they give you some small medal,

Which looked like the one I got in a pre school swimming race.
It all felt like it didn't matter.
Love, passion, sacrifice, endless days of hopeless trying, but for what?
When one day you will die, who will care that you once dared to say you were gay?

Who will care that one day you spared an arm for a friend.
I’ll tell you who’ll care Alan.

No-one.

But you gotta deal with it.