You are gone.
I remember when I found you,
Slaughtered by the man under the Cancer sign.
You lay there with your heart ripped out of your chest
And blood pooled around you in a crimson lake.
Still wet tears coated your cheek in a trail of sorrow,
The fear in your eyes did not die with the vibrant light.
I remember your funeral,
Where the man under the cancer sign attended in secret.
They lowered you into the constantly decaying earth
In a little black box made for those who don’t really need them.
The maggots will eat your rotting flesh
And there is nothing I can do to stop them,
In the same way I can’t stop the Man under the Cancer sign.
I remember all of my memories with you,
Before the man under the Cancer sign ripped you away.
I remember your small smile that could light up a room.
I remember your voice that reminded me of a song bird
I remember your stupid jokes that make me roll my eyes.
I remember the way you held me tight.
I remember the way you used to comfort me,
When the world hated us because we did not conform to their ideals.
As I stand, looking at your grave,
I can not help, but remember every inch of you,
Every little thing about you,
Every memory that we shared.
I can still hear your delightful voice in my head,
As I stand weeping over your gave.
I can still hear that scream of terror,
When you saw the man under the Cancer sign.