How do you get over something so real?
How do you forget about something so close?
I mourn the loss of an individual who loved me.
He was dear to me in almost every way.
He didn't die.
But we did.
We died because he committed suicide.
The lips of another girl was his martyred maneuver.
No regret.
No remorse.
Eyes wide open when he triggered the bullet.
I mourn now.
While his hands brush the hips of another girl.
******.
His biggest transgression.
Not the cheating, not the delicate gentle way he caressed her while she twirled in for the kiss of death.
******.
He murdered a living, breathing, pulsating creature.
I mourn, he marries.
******.
No more for now.