In the end

I often lie awake at night
my thoughts carry me where I came from,
a place where I would sit by the lake dreaming of a wonderful world.

I throw rocks into the water
watch them bounce,
the wind was blowing across my face.
The color green was all over.

Mine was black
like the water getting cold,
I felt his presence.

I often lie awake at night
dealing with a chapter that was never closed,
he died.