I didn't see the blood,
the life leeching from his eyes
the quiet lack of breathing
and the red liquid seeping through his clothes
I saw his peaceful face,
beautiful in sleep
I saw how calm he was,
in the midst of gray and black
I didn't bear to see the truth,
so while I knelt in that blood,
unbeknownst to me,
I shook him,
begging him to wake up,
Two rough hands pulled me backwards,
a gentle arm cradling me,
I sobbed
when I saw the blood
the gash that spilled the...