He instilled so much inside my mind, he taught me things I will never leave behind.
They eyes of the family and friends who knew him much longer looked so deserted so empty and so somber. The past lovers were all brought together with such a fate. They cried together like a sorority date rape. There was his mother, the one that was the most of a stranger. Hiding behind her tinted black glasses she must have thought in her sick mind she was Jackie Onassis. Some how this is exactly what he would have wanted. It's to much for me I don't like to say goodbye, So I had to scurry out for a cigarette and a good cry. He didn't have much but he shared the world. To me he was an open book. I was never mis-understood. We we never lovers just soul mate friends. We had so much in common I thought for sure he'd be there in my end. Right by my side as he always was standing. Keeping me together when I thought for sure I would fault and whither. He might have been the only person in the world that ever loved as much, as pure and as flawless as you could see. He is in that room. That room in a white velvet lined rot box. Wood, I think cause his parents didn't want to spring for the extra touch. I could just picture him saying to me now "A, your being dramatic, you'll make it, your strong, stronger than you can imagine, I have faith in you. But fuck he isn't and he won't in fact he won't be doing much of anything. How typically him. I made sure I wore a red dress for it would have just pissed him off it would have gotten his best. But that was my purpose in the end. Drugs? You asshole! You went to battle you fought in a war, but all you could do was more more more. You could have done what no one could it's such a shame. When I think of you, I think all of it was done in vain.