to the boy i loved

I really loved you you know. I can't believe you're really gone. I got your text and my heart sank, still I wished that you would be ok. When you didnt answer for a day I called a welfare check, hoping you would be ok and turn them away. I can't stand that you died alone. I can't stand that you dont know how much I loved you, that you never will. I hate that my last texts to you, begging you to tell me you are safe will go unanswered. You were only 23, far too young. I was going to stay with you for years and I can't stand that we will never lay together in bed again, feeling each others breath and heat. Now you lay by yourself in a morgue, soon in a coffin at 5890 Steltz Road, Glen Rock, Pennsylvania. You are cold when you should be warm. I want you back.