At 45 everything was gone again but me. I wished that I could die with you but it wasn't that way.
You had memory loss and you wouldn't take your meds but eventually by the end of the day you would for me. It seems like you only remembered me.
I helped you and you just died on me for real this time. I didn't want you to go. I grabbed your hand and kissed it.
I really wish you were still here.
