Not a story...

[::Fawn::]

This is not a story, nor is it even the remotest bit warriors related. It's a poem that I wrote about a very close friend of mine who died last year. I thought I'd share it with all of you because I know many of you can relate to this poem.

Why

I think about you every day and I usually just cry
But today I wonder why it was why you had to go and die.
It seems a very simple reason, why you had to go,
But in my heart I really know that it’s something hard to show.

When I question myself about your death I wonder just one thing,
Why did fate do this to me, and why did you have to take wing?
I suppose it comes down to the fact that you were brave and true,
Your selflessness and caring soul merely made me despise my view.

For who am I to question fate when it kicks me in the face?
It’s just because of the fact that I loved you and your name was Chase.
For if you were someone else, this pain would not hurt so much,
But because of the fact that you are who you are, I still long for your touch.

So now I merely hope and pray that you did not die in vain,
But when I think of your nobility it all becomes quite plain.
You died to save one you love, and your reasons were just,
And although I know I will never see you again, I will always feel an undying lust.