I bought your favorite biscuits
I bought your favorite biscuits,
but I couldn't eat them.
I made myself a cup of tea,
I thought that it would comfort me.
I was tearing off the pages from the book
that you couldn't complete,
when I found a strand of your hair
which reminded me that you were here.
I'm sorry I wasn't there,
when the aroma of your blood filled the air.
I couldn't have saved you,
but I could have cried with you.
I have gotten a little strange,
ever since you stopped breathing.
I am an unconscious beam of light,
ever since you died.