Complete Stranger

I can here your laughter, oh wait it is just the wind. Wait there you are a head of me. I’m calling your name, why don’t you look? I come up behind you and tap you on the shoulder, but it isn’t you. It is a complete stranger. There are tears in my eyes as I say sorry and turn away. Where are you? If only I could see that smile of yours, I know my problems would melt away. But I’m just wishing to see you or hear you because I now remember that I can’t. You have been dead for a month now, it seems so unreal. Living like nothing has changed, like you are still here, is only making it worse. I feel guilty because I’m mad that you are dead. You aren’t in pain anymore, but I want you here. It is a selfish thing to think, but it is the honest truth. You have no idea how you affected each person you met, but it was a different way each time. We all feel a different sort of pain since you have died, but we have one thing in common we are in pain. I have to go now, I don’t want people to see me cry. I just wish I would have told you I loved you and said good bye…