About him.

He remains nameless, for there are to many memories of his smile.

His way he held my hand threw the dark streets

The way he hugged me when I was alone.

It all started with ...letting each other lean on each other for support.

We had silly fights and some scary fights but in the end we always came back.

Somehow he let me lead and i was never wrong.

I came out of that shell. I peeked my head out and was about to step out when he left.

He came back and that's when it ended. the fight that changed everything.

I looked for him over and over he came back and we had a conversation.

Then he killed himself.

that's when all of this started.

When I show my respect in the form of words.

I hope he hears or sees them. One more step and another smile for me.