~For James, The Hooded Informant.~

I didn’t feel. I couldn’t, not in this void.

We spent weeks on end laughing and joking.

Then you left me.

I never felt that way to someone.

You and we were perfect together.

Then you left me.

It broke me, my very spirit.

I couldn’t believe that you were gone.

I died that night.

I wallowed in grief.

I spent weeks waiting for you.

Waiting for a return.

You never came.

And I still wait. I wait and wait.

For you to come back.

You were my friend.

My partner in crime.

My finest comrade.

My brother.

My killer.

My life, and my soul.

All I want.

More than anything else.

Is to just.




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