I owe the writing and story and idea of this poem to a dear friend of mine, who I hope will be my friend (and a Muse of mine as well) for the rest of the years that I have living in this world. Thank you.
....and then you died
....and then you died
Lying in the street you were
the accident flashing before my eyes
constantly replaying
spreading the terror
from my mind to my heart
experiencing such horror
that one should never go through
is harder than you could ever think
you could have never known
the true dread of a life ending
never expected the fear created
in the idea of a life without you
....and then you died
but it was all a lie
an act put on by my thoughts
to show me the true love
that I hold for your existence.
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