Is this really happening?
I sink to the sterile floor
Not quite sure what to do with myself.
Salty streams flow down my cheeks
As memories wash across my mind.
Is this really happening?
I can no longer hear
I can no longer feel
My surroundings are dull.
Is this really happening
I ask myself as I face my fear.
I am not ready to say good-bye...
To my best friend
My mentor
My rock
Who I called "G."
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