Why were you blown away from me?
Were you dying while I tried to fix my leg?
Did you want to hear my voice?
Why couldn't I hold you at the end?
Were you frightened?
I couldn't help you, nobody could.
I wish I would have thought to yell "I love you" one last time.
I replay your situation a lot in my mind.
Why was I spared and you taken away?
A day is too long to hold this pain, but Nate, I've had this for eight years.
