Some evenings we’d find ourselves staggering down the steep embankment behind the second to last house on Franklin Street. Our stomping grounds which we roamed day & night for a decade plus. Tripping over the veiny tree roots that stuck out like traps. Thick, old veiny witch arms reaching out of the black soil, angry. Constantly scratching up our ankles as we thumped single file along the worn dow...

Death looked back at me as I felt you leave.

Forevermore wandering without you,

Wondering where you could be.

Empty is my soul, lost in the silence you left for me.

Neverending sorrow, I ache and scream at the sky, alone.

You were beautiful, my heart.

Forevermore wishing how I could’ve saved you as you lay still for eternity, for the final time.

You died as Death looked back at me,

And I’ll alwa...