How is peace?

I'm still here.

Do the stars feel magnificent?

I am all alone.

I've written hundreds of poems for you, but they're bullshit because you'll never read them.

Because you existed, my life's beautiful.

Because you died, I paint rainbows in the sky.

Sorry mom they nicknamed him doctor death and you didn't have a chance in Hell.

I see you in broken clouds and amongst flowers at cattail lake. I never forgot.

I wish I had been with you when you died; I would have said Goodbye.

I called to say "Thank you" and learned you had passed.

You know, don't you?

I hated you while you were here, but now I miss you that you're gone.

I could never say I love you. We weren't close. Probably why I'm so indifferent.