for you my dear, wasted a life that was too precious and too young. 

you made it a tragic affair for many to mourn. 

honestly, your suicide 

pissed me off.

because it was

my fault.

 

my phone was on vibrate because I hate the noise.

you called.  

I did not answer. 

you needed me.

for the first time in years. 

was I the last on your mind?

(before it happened)

I wonder if you thought of the good times.

(like dancing in the rain or your dirty feet on my dash)

but you weren't right?

or you would have stayed.

what if I told you to try. 

what if I told you,

you could be happy. 

would you have?

I will never know. 

so I'm just going to lay here, 

on your trunk bed,

at our spot.

and maybe I'll catch a star.

(but more likely I'll dream of you)