he died on his birthday,
he was born on his deathbed.
we were all there, standing in the same room
when his last breath
escaped.
“he’s gone.” someone said,
it’s all a blur to me now.
the moon was full that night
as if it was trying to fill
the emptiness in our hearts.
we watched him die,
we watched him live.
he was a brother, an uncle, a father, a son.
there’s no harm in remembering him.
but please, don’t give up your life
just because the pain of having people leave you
is too much to bear.
you couldn’t save him,
i couldn’t save you.
i hope one day we can all learn
how to save ourselves.
we deserve that much, don’t you think?