You sit down on the old worn couch.
You laugh, inspire and care

Sharing stories of war and love.
You play pretend, you fuel our dreams

Splashing, into my life.
You loved me, like none other

Folding memories into planes.
Flying into my life forever changing me

I never saw pain only love.
You were stronger than time itself

You lived longer than death.
16 years, my life, you stayed for me

Unrelated yet, completely immersed.
If I shed tears, using fragile hands,
you mold my sadness into giggles.

Pain? A kiss. Sadness? A hug. Laughter? Ice cream.
All this love, compassion, and kisses,
in such a small, old, worn, soul.

I cry and kiss your lifeless form.
You still look the same, minus a few things

I’m sorry they made your hair all nice.
I know you would have liked it messy

I kneel down by this jail of death.
I’m sorry I didn’t help you out more.

You were physically ill, with a pure soul.
I was physically healthy, with a ill soul

I will change my soul to model yours.
I’m sorry I didn’t give my all, expecting nothing back

A cold, chilly body on warm, red lips.
Warm, red cheeks, with cold, piercing tears

I never said I loved him, when we last talked.
I never thanked him, for all his love

“I’m sorry” I whisper.
While those who normally joke, hug

“I’m sorry!” I scream.
While my foes now my friends carry me.

“I’m sorry…” I think.
While I sleep in the arms that used to push me,but now hold me.