Talking To The Moon

"My dear Marseille,
I won't forget you, forever we will be together, but for now
I must be going, I can't stand another heart break" I read the note aloud, my hands trembling, as the one who I loved is lying in front of me, dead. I continue to read, "My only way to show my love is like this, I can't wait to be with you, so I will die, I will always be watching over you. It isn't suicide, don't think of it like that, think of it how I express my love." A single tear rolls down my cheek. I laugh to hide the fact that he is not the only one who died. My father, he had killed a man, and yo stay out of jail, he killed himself. In my different types of relationships there was love, but there was also murder, and suicide. We can't change it, and all I've spent every night sitting on my roof, talking to the moon.