When I left your house I knew it was coming. Your last breath. We went home to shower and sleep, but I didn’t get much of that. Mom called at around 3am crying hysterically. Telling me how it was just you and her at the end. Everyone was too scared to see death but mom didn’t leave. She loved you till the end dad, the divorce didn’t break the relationship. I still believe you were each others soulmate.
No matter how much time passes I don’t think I can fully accept that you’re no longer here. I still have your number saved on my phone. I haven’t gone to your house since you died. I feel if I go your truck will still be parked outside and you’ll come out through the balcony. I don’t want to accept the reality.
I just want to tell you how much I really miss you, and how much we need you.