The Day I Lost it All

When the day came there was no ending it.

The words stuck in my head, unable to leave.

I saw many in a fit.

I could not grieve.

He was gone.

There was no changing that.

I was a fawn;

I was such a brat.

He was the best.

He was great.

I let it out of my chest.

I was just too late.

Maybe there were feelings.

Maybe there wasn’t a chance.

I didn’t know about his dealings.

I felt like I was stabbed with a lance

Don’t talk to me.

Don’t look at me.

Don’t pretend that you miss him.

Don’t pretend to flow over the brim.

He is no more.

I won’t fall to the floor.

His memory isn’t a waste.

I won’t deal with this sour aftertaste.

He is my best friend.

There is no replacement.

Death shouldn’t be a trend.

We need to take an assessment.

An assessment of our lives.

We need no knives.

There are tons,

But put down the guns.

We have reason to stay.

Don’t go away.

You are cherished.

Don’t ever think, “What if I perished?”

You are and always will be loved.