The very worst part of me is you.
Its been ten years. Ten fucking years. And the worst part is that I would have completely forgotten except there was a post I made on facebook for five years. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about him. Hell, I have a picture of him in my locker at work. People ask about the picture. "Is that your husband? Your brother?" How do you tell people you have a picture of your dead friend in your locker in some twisted, sad memorial.
We weren't talking ten years ago. I'll never forget those phone calls. How does it feel like last week? How does it feel like forever. It still hurts. It still hurts like the moment I found out. It just hurts. There is a constant ache in my heart that will never fade, for so many reasons. Sadness is etched into the lines on my face, pooled in the depths of my eyes.
I want to be anywhere but here.
"Weep not for roads untraveled, weep not for sights unseen,
May your love never end
And if you need a friend,
There's a seat here alongside me."
We weren't talking ten years ago. I'll never forget those phone calls. How does it feel like last week? How does it feel like forever. It still hurts. It still hurts like the moment I found out. It just hurts. There is a constant ache in my heart that will never fade, for so many reasons. Sadness is etched into the lines on my face, pooled in the depths of my eyes.
I want to be anywhere but here.
"Weep not for roads untraveled, weep not for sights unseen,
May your love never end
And if you need a friend,
There's a seat here alongside me."