Brooke

the sadness that

not all stories finish

not all stories end

that

you held for me

having so much time to

care for everyone

else. I’m so sad.

your beautiful arms.

I remember your beautiful arms

was the first warmth I felt

When I felt cold

thinking

your skin

the blonde hairs

how perfect I wondered

you knew you were

you crying you trying.

the trying the trying

so much trying

It just wasn’t done

I want to be angry.

I want to save you.

It just wasn’t done.