My hands are trembling.
I don't ever remember when I let go of your hand.
I can still picture your smiling face in my mind.
The way the sun never compared to your brilliance.
How the wind swept your hair gently in the wind.
You were beautiful. So beautiful it hurt me.
It hurt me because compared to you, I was nothing. Just a simple piece of dust collected on a bookshelf or in the air.
Yet you cared for me, were kind to me, loved me like I was the most precious thing in the world.
I never understood what you saw in me.
I was such a horrible person. I never saw what was wrong with you;
I just paid attention to my own pain.
And now you're gone.
Nothing.
There's nothing I can do to.
But cry as I place my shaky fingertips onto your name engraved into this cold stone.