Time of Death: 12:54am
Goodbye my love, my dear friend;
I leave you now for it is our last day;
our friendship grew as we matured,
so young, too young were you to go.
You were taken with a hand,
more forceful than your own;
with white wrapped knuckles bleeding all the way;
now you lay still for the first time,
never to run and scream to the sun;
taken by the moon and stars.
That malicious pain pulled you down,
that curse made you but a shell to be thrown upon the shore;
I guess I should have known you wouldn’t stay long,
after that day when I saw you like an infant, I’ve known.
Bald head, big smile, but eyes a vacant stare.
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