sanjurokai

I used to look in your eyes, and see the joy, with all the energy of a little boy. I used to pet your hair and play with you. I used to think of how things would be, if you were never there, never spoke, never seemed to care. I used to laugh and cry with you, be mad and sad with you, and protect you from those who tried to hurt you. You were tough, my friend, but as the days came on, you grew weak and couldn't smile or remember anything you ate you were sick, and I couldn't help like I had so many times before, all I could do was watch as you got thinner and thinner, and lighter and lighter. But though you're gone, I can still see