He's Gone. I know that, but I can't help wishing him back.
The awkward silence, that innocents that was funny. The need understand. The teaching him about us.
It' all gone.
I guess it's been gone for a long time coming, evaporating like boiling water I superpose. Maybe it was my fault, pushing for help when he needed us more. I can't blame myself it hurts to much.
Why, Why now.
When what I need most is your smile.
It's Gone.
I know this sentimental crap would probably surprise you, me writing because I can't say it. It comes with the job, acting all tough.
But I'm break down in side.
My walls aren't as strong.
I need your help.
But Your Gone.
Maybe your reading this form where ever you are. I hope your not.
I like to think your alive somewhere, I fear I'll break if I don't.
Sammy's lost it, an I gotta hold strong, but sometimes I wish to run away.
Delude myself into thinking I could find you, on a rock somewhere looking over a lake, questioning why people enjoy playing in the cold water. You'd ask something like that, tilt your head a little while you contemplate my answer.
But that's gone.
I Keep your coat, don't tell the others they'll think I'm a sissy, but I do I have it in my car. It doesn't smell like you, more like water and blood, but I remember your smell, I know its creepy hearing this form me but I gotta have something to hold onto I'm not a strong as you think, or maybe you knew that.
Was that why you didn't ask for my help?
Maybe you'll come back, but for now...
Your Gone.