13 Feb 2013

Here I am, three years later and so much has changed; except for the hole in my heart. What was once a searing and excruciating pain, is now a constant dull ache. Never going away, never giving relief, sometimes contracting just to remind me that you're gone. Like I could ever forget. I can still taste the metallic sickness in my mouth. I can still hear the senseless murmur and stunned questions. I can still feel our mother's arms around me, praying that it wasn't true. It's just a mistake, it's just a joke. Please let it be a mistake. Someone else's son, brother, friend. But it wasn't someone else. It was you. You were so young. You were a part of me. This pain will never end. Not as long as I have to live knowing that you missed out on so much.