Deep breaths,

take up far more,

space than silence.

Yet they give way to my tear soaked sobs of regret. I’m having a hard time breathing in between my sobs as the tears roll down my face.

“I’m sorry PJ” I wail. As I reach out to you; words are meaningless in a time such as this. I feel the heat of a thousands suns scorch the earth. Angels rain down from the sky above.

“It should have been me.” I tell the medic, he tells me to calm down. The searing pain in my leg doesn’t overcome the pain that will haunt my shadows for the rest of my life.

Your missing face still haunts my soul, I will forever be reminded of that day. Your voice still lingers here. All I have left of your are memories in the sand.