Too much too soon.

Broken up this dieing breed.
Choking up, I can not breath.

Slowly dieing, everyday.
Slowly drowning, at the bay.

10 months he lived.
10 months he died.
10 months I breathed.
10 months I should have cried.

You're gone from me.
You're gone for now.

2 Loves I lost, with no promise I found.

Why were you given? Why were you taken?

This life I'm finding hard to live in.