I Wish You Were Here
My fingers caressed the ice cold keys, as I played the soft, sad melody that you taught me so long ago. It was the only song I was willing to learn on the stupid thing, only because it was your favorite. I miss sitting on this ice cold slab watching you smile as you play the soft melody that never got old. You always loved playing the piano. It was your one escape from the world. When you played those keys it felt like no one else was around, like the worries and troubles just melted away. Not only did it affect you, but the people around you as well. For me this song is my last connection with you. It makes me feel like you're still here, sitting next to me, teaching me what keys to play next.
As the melody goes on, memories of you come flooding back to my mind. I remember your dorky smile and your perky attitude. No one could frown around you. You brought a cretin atmosphere to the group. I still keep up the cool kid façade, for Rose, for Jade, but mostly for myself. Although this wall looks sturdy, when I sit on this bench and place my fingers on these ice cold keys, my wall crumbles. I start to falter, my signature smirk no longer present. The only thing I feel is sadness. I sit there and remember moments, happy moments that lead me to wonder why you did it? Why did you end it so soon? Was it because some ignorant asshole was making fun of you, and no one was there to witness it? Was it because of me? Did I do something wrong? I wish I could've said goodbye. I wish I could have given you one last hug. Everyday I wake up thinking of things I could have done to prevent this terrible end.
As the melody gets a little faster I remember your body, lying lifeless on the white bed. The monitor slowly beeping as your life slowly slips away. Your final words still haunt me every time I'm near this piano. "Dave…" One simple word, my own name, yet it haunts me; hurts me. I never knew my life could be so empty, but it is. You were my bro, my best friend, and now you're gone.
As my fingers play the final notes, I feel a sting on my cheek as a tiny drop falls onto the keys. I quietly stand up and walk away from the piano, the haunting memory of you still evident on my face. The sad, low, hard, painful last key still ringing through the air.
"We always say, Say it like it is, And the truth, Is that I really miss you"
A/N: yah so I guess I'm not that creative!
insperation from a post on tumblr...
soooooooooo yes
