Dear Sadness,

I lost him,
my friend.
The one I spent
day and night
protecting,
supporting,
caring.
I made sure he was
safe,
happy,
alive.
I made sure
he wouldn't be
hurt.
I tried to keep his
wound
from tearing more,
but
I wasn't enough
to keep him here.
I lost him,
my friend.
To the cold wind
of the night.
To the quietness
of the dark.
To the sharp blade
of a knife.
To the floors
painted
with blood.