He's no Dead, I hope

May 16, 2011
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I can’t say that I loved him,
Because if I did,
I would be lying.
I can’t say that he was the one,
Because if I did,
I would be committing my self to a world’s life of hell.
Maybe it was the way he smiled.
It seemed to light up like a shooting star,
Then fading into the blackness,
I can’t say that he was mine,
Because he wasn’t anyone’s,
At least not anymore.
I still remember his face.
Stark looking,
Black hair.
The kind you want to run your fingers through.
But I can’t seem to remember his laugh,
Which makes me cry all the more.
His laugh,
That I seem to recall bursting through the halls.
I can’t say that I knew him,
Because that would make the pain grow stronger,
As the news settles in.
I can’t say that he is dead,
Because that would mean that I would never see him again.
And I know I will,
Because he’s not dead.
I hope.
The kids at school keep talking,
Like his death is the end of the world.
But I know its not,
Because he’s not dead,
I hope.
I see my family cry throughout the day.
It seems close friends never fade.
And I realize, lying to myself isn’t going to bring him back.
He’s gone.
And that’s that.

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