Does it make you feel better
knowing that one day
you'll be a part of someone else
and that you can't be completely
and utterly
gone?
Does it help you to think
that even if he isn't here
he still exists
and he always will
because he was part of a family
and family is forever.
I should smile because he lived
but I'm crying because he doesn't anymore
because he wasn't old enough to stop living.
I'm not crying because I knew him well
I'm crying because I knew him at all
because I spoke to him
because I saw him at school once or twice.
Most of all I'm crying because he had family
a mother
a father
siblings
who will never get to see him grow up
turn thirteen
reach his goals
achieve his dreams
but maybe he's already dancing on stars
maybe he is a star.
To them, I think
he'll always be there
even if it seems like he's not.
