Did you ever go to a funeral where you looked in the casket and saw a friend? Did you ever think you saw a rise and fall in their chest?
I could've sworn he was just sleeping. He looked so alive but dead at the same time.
He had the same facial features just worse. They were colder. He looked as if he had been left out in the cold for too long.
I see the image of him every time I shut my eyes. It's going to get worse over time and I know it. I'm getting older. I'm going to lose more friends.
Should it have started at thirteen though?
I want to see the laughter back in his eyes instead of the tight jaw.
I want to see the rise and fall in his chest and it be real.
