Damian
I would give anything
To go back to when we were still little,
And you were still here.
When you being murdered was far from my biggest fear.
When I held your hand as we wandered the park
When we thought we were badass, making shadow puppets in the dark.
And I wonder if you wondered about me,
The years we were apart.
I never forgot about you,
I just thought deep in my heart-
I’d see you soon-
'Without a doubt.'
I never thought for a second
my time was running out.
Your funeral came,
And I was supposed to say goodbye
To a closed casket, that held nothing
But your lifeless body, a suit and a tie.
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