Very random, very dark, very weird, very spur of the moment. I understand criticism, but welcome any review.

Basically, JD is dead and Dr Cox is by his graveside. Sorry for *s..... fanfic hates my line breaks.

Jess xxx

PS: I'm not depressed, really!

PPS: Look for the hidden meaning in the poem. Bonus points and a cookie to those who find the hidden sentence!

Love, life, the ultimate- death

Or not the ultimate, but simply an end

Vacant eyes match vacant minds

Eyelids closed against the world.

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I was someone, someone you knew

Someone who should have listened a long time ago

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Why is it that he went first?

Hatred soaks me, black cloak waving

Another day, another night, another punch in another fight

Trapped in the circle of missing you, loving you

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You….. You, always so different

Optimistic, goofy, childlike- brilliant

Underneath scared, underneath skilled.

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What is the point, now?

A day is the same as the next, spent wandering the hospital halls.

Nothing pulls you to where you go, nothing drags you from where you leave

Trance like steps echo through the corridors

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Is love here, with you? Is love with him? Hell, is love anywhere? Or is it dead?

Tens of years, hundreds? Millions? How long before it comes back?

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To be in love is something strange. To be in love with him was…

Oh, to be in love with him was euphoric, horrible fantastic, hard, over the moon, complicated…… wonderful.

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Behind every good idea, every problem, every friend, every love, every loss, stands him.

Ever remembered; even if it is only in your mind.

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Stepping away from the grave, Perry wiped a tear from his cheek before anyone could see it. The poem he wrote months ago now still lay tucked into the coffin, next to his body, near his heart. Dropping a single flower on the mud, he forced his hatred, his sadness, his depression, every emotion that plagued him into that one flower: falling- wait, no. Not falling- floating. Floating gently down, laying peacefully on the grass and the dirt.