Shattered
It was a clear and starry night. I remember it well. Clear skies, full moon, calm breeze. Some would say "the perfect night". But not me. That night was when it happened. That was the night my reason for living died. My brother, my love, the light to my darkness, the reason I get up in the morning…dead. He disappeared earlier that day, went to a diner to get me some pie. One second he was there and the next…gone. I looked everywhere. I took me all day to find him…but by then it was too late. I remember seeing him stumble down that dirt road, the moon highlighting him from behind…so beautiful…like an angle. The smile he sent me when he saw me nearly broke my heart. I was just about to call out to him. But that was when I say the man coming up behind him. The Man with the Knife. It must have only lasted about 3 seconds but to me it felt like a life time. I watched – as if in slow motion – as the knife dug into my loves back. I couldn't get to him fast enough. I caught him before he could touch the ground. The blood coating my hands as I tell him again and again that he'll be fine, that everything was going to be okay, "it isn't even that bad". But on that starry night my reason for living died. I would have followed him – and oh how I wanted to. But every time I even come close – close to ending my life – I remember those last few words he told me…"Live lover. Live the years I could not". So here I am on a clear starry night. I remember everything about him. I'm shattered, broken, lost. I can't g on anymore. My light is gone; I see only darkness in the world now. I died on that starry night. All that is left of me now is the shattered shell of a man who is desperately trying to keep his last promise.
To live the life his angel could not but oh so deserved.