i often wonder
what was going
through your mind
on that june morning
when you pulled the trigger

as your blood was spilled
my heart broke
and god, do i miss you.
i miss your scent
your kisses
your warm embraces

you lived a life full of
pain and suffering
goofy smiles and giggles
broken hearts
and 3am skype calls
when we both couldnt sleep

you poured out your
secrets into my cold hands
and i hold them in my arms
to this day.

i miss you, but
i understand you were
suffering. the demons
were too strong and you
had told me they were hard
to fight off.

so, i forgive you.
but oh, how i miss you.