They Say

My handsome friend. I cried so much this weekend. I just can't wrap myself around the idea that you're gone. I threw myself on your grave in the dark of night and cried, hoping to let it all out. But it's endless. Still there. Did I go the next day? I go so often in my mind, standing at your grave. I go so often in my mind, laying down and putting gun to chest to join you. I'm sure, I am so very sure, that I will spend the rest of my life missing you and waiting until the moment when I know the missing is over.