I looked at him.
He was wearing a pink dress shirt.
we were both feeling a different kind of hurt.
He was much shorter than I remember him being.
It hurts me that this was all I remember seeing.
I would never see him again
Rock beats scissor
but fire beats men.
I hugged his mother.
I told her that I was here.
She said he thought of me as my brother
He used to remind me of fear.
He may never forgive me
I may never forget
There is everything hell never be
I pray I'm not over yet.