Ever since grade 6,
You’ve made everything a mix.
You helped me up when I was down,
And made sure I would not frown.
You made me laugh instead of cry,
And now I just want to ask, why?
Why did you die?
Why did you leave?
Why did you do this to me?
What ever caused that crash,
Made you die from great big throat lash.
You said to me, when I went to the hospital,
That you would be here, and never let go.
I wish you could have stayed instead.
I wish I could have said,
Every word I wanted to,
I wish I said to you.
Your arms fell limp in my grasp as I cried,
I had stayed next to you, through out all that time.
I cried out to a doctor, but no one came.
You died in my arms as I yelled out your name,
That lash in your neck and that wound in your head,
They were just to much, so you lay down dead.
Giving up life your final words you said,
Were the ones I wanted to say since the day we met.
“I love you.” Came the words that made my heart leap,
I want to yell out with a big “eeep!!!”
But then I remembered, you were dying in my arms,
I would have said some thing, if it weren’t for that alarm.
Doctors and nurses came with a rush.
They tried everything, but you lay in a hush.
The next year or two will be rough with out you.
But at least I can still look back and smile as I utter the words.
“I love you.”