Sometimes...

Sometimes, I think
About how,
If you died,
No-one would tell me,
And how I wouldn't be able
To attend
Your funeral,
Or mourn your loss,
Or cry my heart out
On the shoulders of family,
Or in the arms of friends.
How I wouldn't be able
To comfort your mother,
Or your brother,
Or even her.
Because I know,
She will have lost
The most important person
In the world.

I wouldn't be aware
That I had lost
My best friend,
My mentor,

The love of my life.