This is how I dealt with your death. I didn't know you, a stranger in need. I'm just sorry my friend and I couldn't save you. Even if you have no friends or family to remember you we will.

 I'm so tired.
 I want to close my eyes, but your face haunts me.
I try to burn it from my mind.
It's no use when your image is gone I still feel your lips.
I run my hand across my mouth to scrub the feel away.
The relief is only momenery because I see your face again.