No use thinking about it now, It's already unfortunately happened. Wasted so much time wondering how, Instead of explaining why. Time never stops constructing meaning. Atleast, I thought that before I became decrepit. Sitting here stuck in my mind, sifting through the memories that I continue clinging.. Nothing can prevent this indescribable feeling. I have nothing left but fear for the worst, Living life always clutching a beer, my thirst never quenched. Nearing the end, I can see it clearly now. I was meant to die first. I never wanted to lose you, dear, but here I am, without you.
