I'm waiting for you to come back, I can't picture anything but your face drowning. As I walk along the waves that took your last breath. I cry, by the side of the river banked lapping liquid. Crystal clear clarity, you're dead & my bestfriend will be burried. Bloodless, gutless. Used for research. Perhaps. Megan hasn't stopped crying, but she didn't love you like I do. Did. I hate canoes.