This is just a one-shot about someone thinking about the loss of somebody they knew when they went to the Games.
I remember
How we used to watch the stars
Late at night
While everyone dozed off.
I remember
Your eyes
Bluer than the sea
Bright with curiosity.
I remember
That when I used to cry
You would always be at my side
Comforting me as tears ran down my face
After the Games, I saw your eyes again
They were dull
Their brightness was gone
And now I know that what I remember was wrong.
They have not only taken your life
They have also taken mine.