Pages Torn.

Only 2 pages in that book remain, thinking about it nearly drives me insane.

We were young, only 6 years old but those words stung.

You were taken away too soon, every night I look to the moon.

As if there were a way to say goodbye, as here I lie.

You were only 2, I begged for someone to tell me it wasn't true.

My first death, was the day you took your final breath.