Edit: 7/6/2011 Just came back to this to fix some wording and grammar issues, as well as some formatting stuff. Ugh. I've also realized that this is utterly depressing to me. I was in a terrible state of mind when I wrote this, obviously.
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Ten Years Today
I remember the exact moment I was told you were gone.
I remember feeling like the world was over.
I remember thinking it was a lie, a hoax, just a made-up story from someone's twisted mind.
I remember the moment I realized it wasn't.
Ten years ago, I got a call that nearly killed me
Repeat yourself, my hands are shaking
When I was told, my friend was gone I felt so guilty
A thousand questions left unanswered
My heart, it felt like it had been ripped from my chest and torn to shreds in front of me. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't understand how it could happen to you, of all people. I couldn't believe you had just left me.
I remember wishing it had been me
I'll bleed if you want me to
I'll serenade before I do
I'll bleed if you want me to
We went to your memorial garden on graduation night. (Yes, that's right, J.T. - you've got an entire memorial dedicated to you; I can just see you laughing your butt off up there about that.) We put your cap - that ugly, blue cap - on your picture, so you could graduate with us, so you wouldn't be left behind.
On and on although you're gone, candles burn without a flame on
Our final call to you, I know you're listening
How could you leave us that way?
Where did you go? (Ten years today)
It's been ten years, ten years to the date. Now we're all gathered around your gravesite, the four of us. Your gravestone is beautiful; an angel that looks skyward, a peaceful smile upon her flawless granite face, her hands raised to the heavens and holding your picture toward your new home. Your epitaph, simple and sweet: James Tiberius Yorke, Beloved Son, Friend, and Father, Taken From Us So Young He Shall Live On In Our Memories.
Yes, I'm responsible for the father part. Despite the fact that we couldn't keep our baby, I know that if we had you would have been loved by it almost as much as you are by me.
Ten years ago, I stood beside the wood that held you
I must sit down, my legs are shaking
We let you go, with gifts of plectrums for your journey
And melodies to help you on your way
I want you to know that I forgive you - for everything - and that I'm sorry, so sorry, for all that I did to you. I'm sorry, too, for having a part in your death. I know that, right now, you're probably upset that I still think about it, but I can't stop. If you hadn't been coming to see me, you wouldn't have been outside when the Lakehurst boys were; you would still be alive.
I'll bleed if you want me to
I'll serenade before I do
I'll bleed if you want me to
The anniversary of your death, for the first few years, was always a tearful and agonizing reunion for the four of us; Manny, Emma, Toby, and I would do nothing but weep and scream in anger and blubber out tales of our memories of you. The last four years, we've still cried and told each other more of the crazy stunts you pulled and that we usually were blamed for.
Today, the tenth anniversary, we're still crying - but not in anger or sadness or hysteria. We're not recounting our time spent with you as if we're still holding on to you, holding you back. This year, we're still describing more of your misadventures (amazing, how we never seem to run out of them) and we're still crying, but this year, we're ready to let you go. You'll continue to live on in our memories forever. We'll always think of you and of what could have been, but… We won't keep you locked in our grief. We love you, J.T., and we don't want to hold you back anymore.
We're setting you free.
On and on although you're gone, candles burn without a flame on
Our final call to you, I know you're listening
:*( This was kind of depressing to write, I must say. It's not something I usually write, but I was listening to this song - which by the way, is called 10 Years Today by Bullet for My Valentine - and then this happened. If any of you know this song, you'll know that I've completely cut out the last, like, half of the song, but it just wouldn't have worked - in my mind - if I had used the rest, because it would change the entire story.
Anyway… :) Let me know what you thought! Reviews are happiness!
~Shrill Silence