A POEM: THIS IS HOW NOT TO DIE

Somethings are better left unsaid.

Some stones are better left unturned.

Life sometimes is better left misunderstood.

Then again, isn't all we fight for just a glimpse of understanding.

Tell me now, why did you have to go?

Why now?

I could swear you were here just yesterday,

A moment or two, we spent in each others gaze.

I guess it's true what they say about life uncertainties,

Because i was all so certain you'd still be here today.

Goodbye my friend.

At a tombstone I shall write "Here lies a friend, in sickness, and in health".

I hope you forgive me in this new life of yours.

I didn't mean to kill you.

One minute, I could not survive without you;

The next, the sensation of your blood flowing down my hands were the only respite I've had in a while.

This really is how not to die,

But I had to move on, and find happiness.

I know you would too.

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Thank You :)