a story based on real events in my life.. hope you enjoy it

No, it can't be. she didn't leave this world. it can't be, she was so young.
Bissan, my love, my soulmate, my life is gone, forever..

Bissan, what is life wihtout you,
Bissan, i can't live without you,
Bissan, my voice is gone, come i'll be fine,
wish it was me, and you're still here

I got a call this morning, saying that Bissan had died in an accident. she was only nineteen. too young to be gone.
I was there standing on top of the hill we used to hang out in. remembering her.

I missed her dimples,
where are her looks?,
where are her tears i used to wipe away?
where are her smiles?

i remember when they called me. telling me she's dead. the way i ran to her, the way i cried over her body. I'm regretting not being there. wish I wasn't busy at the time, wish i had gone on the trip with them.

saw them holding her,
ran to them crying for her,
smelled her sand, her blood on her clothes,
oh God, help me and her family for her loss

I remembered all that we talked about, about the future, our life, how we wanted everything to be perfect for us. i remembered the funeral, the way they held her, the flowers we sprayed upon her.
oh, how i miss her already.

wish they saw her,
her family and they walked her,
to me under rain of flowers,
saw them wrapp her,
in her coffin ther putt her,
and they spread her,
with the same flowers

oh, Bissan. how can i live without you? i hadn't realized i was crying until i felt the tears on my hand. i looked down the hill to her grave.
"come on, Alistair, we have to go home now. we don't want you soaked in the rain" my mum, Esme held out an umbrella to me while asking me to take her hand. i sighed and held it like a child. and we walked back to the car where dad was waiting.

Bissan, never will i forget you.