"Don't be afraid, it will be okay."
It was the last thing he said, before my whole body crumbled up into pieces, and the pieces get smaller, and smaller until it was only small fraction and disappear, right into the dark.
"We can still be friends."
He added those words to assure me,
that we will be okay,
after everything we've pushed and pulled through.
My shaking body tried to stood still,
as I hold tears and the broken pieces,
I turned and smiled to him.
"You're always my best friend."
I try to assure my self.
Perhaps he was right.
Perhaps I should've never been afraid.
Perhaps it will be okay.
So, I count the days, weeks, months and years.
I tried to believe what he said.
But even, after this long long time,
I'm still afraid.
I'm not okay.
And we never
t a l k a n y m o r e.