When your last bit of breath abandoned you
On a warm, humid night, I was there,
Saddling the road, as you draped across the yellow lines.  
You looked up at me with blood in your eyes,
And spoke with it in your voice,
I know I am going to die.

At your funeral I was shaking,
No one told me that grief and fear are brothers,
Side by side even on the brightest of days.
Your headstone was noticeably new in this breeding ground of tears.
And all I could muster was the thought,
*******.

You are gone,
Yet pieces of this Earth still belong to you;
Dripping in the scent of your oak cologne
Reminding me of everything you could have been - we could have been.  
You are gone,
And I am jealous.

You always were selfish, even in death.
It should have been me sprawled across the asphalt,
Ruptured in two; a wilting soul.  
But on that night we seemed to be too drunk in our youth to notice
life’s cursory glance.