I remember falling completely and utterly in love with you after a single poem
(which I still know by hard)
maybe it was because of how you understood what I was going through.
You made me beautiful as you destroyed my illness
I remember hearing your voice while I cried
and seeing through your eyes my own world, my lost interest in life.
I remember you.
I know you didn’t die even when you tried
but I know that they are only bones alive, no one is coming home tonight