Nostalgic. Slowly passing by your unmarked grave. A rose and a letter sealed for forever. The words on it's page breath sorrow, attempting to live for tomorrow. The knife you held, took your life. A swift and violent blade, a means to an end. So promising, the life you were leading; cut short by your hearts perpetual bleeding. The last call, will stay with me until the end of my life. Guilt drowns me. A simple yes may have been the difference between your life and your death. I will miss you until my last breath.