I remember seeing the blood. I was painted red from head to toe. My clothes so wet it was as if every thread was bleeding. The blood clinging to the hem made my shirt plaster itself to my jeans. I could feel my pants drizzling blood into my shoes, slowly filling them.

My head was spinning, “He sacrificed his life to save mine... after all I did...”, I managed to utter under my breath. The thought...

A life without you

Is something

I just cannot do

From your smile

To your laugh

You are all that

And more

Without you the days grow long

The nights no longer singing their song

I look for the end

But let's not pretend

Because without you

There is nothing more to do

For without purpose

I become worthless

For the day you left was the day my heart tore

And I became no more....