I close my eyes and hold my breath. My head is spinning. Thoughts of your face linger in my head. I realize that you're gone; gone as in really never coming back. I get dizzy, and I don't wanna do this anymore. I don't know, I just don't know how to let you go. I don't understand it, I don't want to believe this. "This isn't real. This isn't happening." I open my eyes, and I know I'm still here without you. I slowly close my eyes again. A single tear steams down my cheak, and I pray to God that you'll always be with me. As I steady my breathing, I quietly whisper "Watch over me, Jered," cause I know I can't do this alone.
[I randomly wrote this. The words just flowed. It's not really a poem, but it says something. Comments would be appreciated.]
[Jered Fry] RIP 9/29/07 I love you, cutie.
Gone, but never forgotten. <3
