I looked at
your eyes and
they were
green like the sea,
in that
time. Do you remember it?
Do you
remember everything
that we
have done? What we—
we’ve been
through? That time
you looked
at me, crying
and I held
you throughout your
bleak
sadness that wouldn't
go away,
because you looked
at yourself
and saw only
only wounds
and blood and I
I tried, I
swear I tried, but
it would
never be enough.
But I
looked at you, I looked at
you—
I think
classical was
playing on
the background,
calming,
smooth, sad. It…
it
enervated me. Couldn't even
concentrate
when you turned;
all sharp
angles and hard glint
in your
eyes.
I said,
"please, don't," but--
but you laughed
derisively and
something--
I think something...
I could've
heard something break.
I wanted to
ask you so,
so many
things, but you had
already
turned your back
on me,
and...
you hadn't
even
stopped or
turned when I
when I
heard you say
"Goodbye,
brother," you had said
and all
that was left
it was
nothing, nothing left
because—
because you
had taken everything
you had
taken everything with you.
