You.
I say hello but you don't hear me.
I tell you it was my fault that you're here.
Then I realize it wasn't me. It's your fault. You knew there was ice on the road. You knew it was New Year's eve and people were drunk.
I bet you didn't even see the headlights of the car.
You weren't supposed to go like this Sean.
Me and you were supposed to grow old together, have kids, have a life with eachother.
Goes to show how much that worked out.
Do you understand why I feel this way?
Can you tell that I am so upset.
I love you so much.
Why did you leave me?
Did you not love me?
Tell me Sean I can take it.
Oh I forgot. I can't talk to you. Your gone.
I touched your gravestone and cried. My fingers graze over the letters on the head stone.
Sean Cameron
1989-2007
Beloved son, brother, savior, and boyfriend.
Although I may not be over you and cope with your death right away. I know that you would want me to move on.
As I placed the flowers on the grave I started to walk away, drenched, not only from the rain but the tears that I am crying.
I turn quickly and say.
"You were always the one to run away from me Sean. Here's me running away from you, and moving on. No matter how hard it will be."
There you are. Six feet under. You had an interesting life, and you'll be the one person I'll never forget.
I look back one more time and whisper, "Its always been you."