As tears flows out of my eyes
I remember all the words he had pronounced
All the ugly truths he had pointed out
I remember him standing in front of me
With those eyes that cried for help
But that I was unable to help

I remember him more and more everyday
His voice shaky on the last night of his existence
His hands steady when he pulled the trigger
And his body living without a soul but only memories of living creatures

How much I assumed he was there
But how wrong I was to think he’ll be okay
Now it’s too late.

I’m left with thoughts that shallow my soul and
Memories that make me feel fantastic

-A.G.