You're gone
you're really gone.
this isn't a bad dream
or a sick joke,
you're gone.
really.
I'll miss you,
I think.
though the truth is
I really don't want to.
I don't want to cry or mourn.
I don't want to grieve.
I don't wanna stay up all night hating myself because
I didn't help you through the dark.
I should've helped you through the dark.
but I will miss you,
we all will.
And I hope, for you, it's no longer dark.