I can still see you. Almost seems like an image my mind created. Because you faded so quickly. So many questions I want to scream at you. I want you to piss me off again. I want you to make me laugh again. I want you to be in the streets so I can say hello. But I cannot picture you that way anymore. I just see you in the grass by the pond. Balled up like a pouting child. Your hair wet with the humidity of the passing wind. I will see you once again though. Tommorrow. And for once I am afrid of that. For the first time I will think, " Oh God, there he is." And your head will be on that pillow. In the wooden bed in which the eternal sleep catches us all. But atleast you will be peaceful. Atleast your mouth will not be opened anymore for those horrid things to enter again. But we can all hear you speak. And we all want to hear your voice. And we all want to know your last thought. To answer these questions and ease the pain. But for the most part, we want to know if that final thought was of us.
Reason for writing:
Another one of my friends died. He commited suicide three
days ago.
Birth sign: Capricorn
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