My friend has gone and been replaced by a flower; looking out the window in pure disbelief, why did you go, why did you leave?

Why did you listen to the voice in your head? Why didn’t you call me? Why didn’t you shout; surely we’d have found another way out.

Mental health is a terrible thing; why didn’t you text, why didn’t you ring, why didn’t you knock on my door like you used to do before?

I cry alone as I lay in bed, remembering the beautiful words you said the last time we spoke; you told me I am your love, the love of your life, but believe me, honey, you need a wonderful wife.

I can feel you, dear; I know you are here; I can sense your presence when you lay so near, but I want to hear your voice and to see you smile, even if it’s for a little while.

I water the flower to make it grow. I miss you so much, darling, and I always will. I have to go.