that note

Date: 11/12/2016

I had that dream about him again. We're at the top of the water tower spilling out guys breaking into places again. Vandalism at an all time high again. We are young again feeling like we were endless. Then it goes the same. Our last night together. He showed me his damaged wrists little did I know this was the last time we would be on this same level. I end my hell picking up the note stained in the ink soaked blood. His transcendence was far above mine and I read my name. I feel responsible for letting go after our embrace. If I had held on anymore would it have been different? I could feel the noise tightening in my collar bone. I awake dead once again.