Faint echoes of applause
As the day approaches a close
Darting a death stare to the sound
As the casket gets lowered to the ground.

I was too emotional exhausted to exchange punches
And the memories of our late night 2 a.m lunches
Flooded my crimson teary eyes
As I hid my tears by looking at the skies.

I should have fought for you or at least with you
Way before my days became stained with a permanent blue
And there are no do overs so I can't relive it again
And for you sweetheart I dedicate my tear stained pen.

Next time write me a message and I'll fight for you
I've left a felt-tip pen buried next to you.
You use to make the ***** jokes of the felt and tip
Write a to-do list and I promise, not one item skipped