I dream of you often.
I’ve got your laugh memorized and your smile etched in my mind.
I tell myself I could lose it all just the way the world lost you.
How are you gone when you were alive and well just weeks ago?
The impact your death left on all of us is so profound.
I wonder where you are right now.
In a better place?
Finally at peace?
Do you gaze down at the living and smile at our tribulations?
Or does it hurt to watch us suffer day in and day out?
We get to grow old while you don’t.
I know that all of us walk around with smiles plastered on our faces and emanate calm, cool composure.
But we’re all so fucked up inside.
Everyone that knew you lost a part of them when you left.
I know I did.