Sometimes my mind wanders back to you, the same way we used to wander through the woods. Just looking; browsing through amber leaves and sampling the dirt ground with our bare feet.
But... it's different now.
I know the memories are all I will ever have of you. I did not have enough time to truly love you; to claim you. To make you mine.
I laid, weeping silently, blurred shadows passing overhead.I didn't care.
Should I?
I questioned myself. Waiting in this pool, warm, almost comforting. Almost like some sort of amniotic fluid. It didn't matter if it was staining my shirt, my pants, my skin. Waiting for you was what mattered.
I knew that you wouldn't come to see me. My memories were fading fast and soon all you were was a shadow with a name i could half-remember.
I saw us carving our names into a tree... but it's blurred.
I can't remember.
I start to panic, then stop. If I'm losing you, that only means that the pain can't last that much longer. My heart will stop breaking little by little each time I hear your laughter in my ears.
My mind flips the pages of my brain to other things. The time i went fishing... my mother braiding my hair... but slowly and painfully my thoughts drift back to those Summer days.
I lay my head down, the blood turning my chestnut hair into deep maroon. The blood from the bullet hole still seeps, covering me like a blanket.
And I died, waiting for you.
You were the last one in my thoughts, and with my last breath I whispered your name, the last thing my memory held.
...You didn't know. You never will.