Has been nearly a month Yet I still can't wrap my head around your absence. When my mind ran off the tracks you helped me put my thoughts back on the line. When hope had been lost typed you a question, an honest answer as always you gave me. "Why the black ribbon?" People will ask. "He became a close friend I cared for a lot, borderlines crossed a mind took him down, now I sit around not making a sound. From this day on a guilt I cannot control, he's gone up in the sky and I don't know why." As they will say "What made him go?" My only reply "he said he'd show him the door..." There was one more thing, a last thing he spoke and as I shall quote, so you all will know. He said "May you have yourself a wonderful life, and may that ***** rot in hell."