And I

March 5, 2012
I look over my shoulder
And see him standing there
I can’t quite reach him
And can barely sense his outline
I try to wave
And my hand refuses to move
I breath in deeply
And can see my air in the cold winter’s night
I know what I should be doing
And consider running far away
I decide against this
And turn myself towards him
I march silently
And have my eyes focused
I see death, my distant friend
And have in no time reached him
I take a last look into the world I once knew
And with that, I am gone.

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