A/N: I'm on a roll with these little poem things.
You know, Matt, when I asked you to help
Me with the Kira case,
I didn't know you'd get yourself killed.
Dumbass.
There's this saying, see,
That if you love something, set it free.
And if it never comes back,
Then it was never yours.
I watched you walk out the door,
Keys in hand, a smoke in your mouth,
And you tossed a smile and
"Don't worry," over your shoulder.
I let you go.
I watched you from my truck
Saw the news, and I whispered, "Fuck."
Because you were dead,
And I couldn't get you back.
You were gone.
As I felt the contractions of my heart
Those last few moments,
I smiled and thought
Of how ironic this all was.
You left me first, you went and died,
And now I'm following.
So first of all, you were never mine,
But now I'm yours forever.