Looking back, could I have done something more?
Something besides staring at the floor
Covered in needles, adrenaline vials spent?
Plastic wrappers tossed aimlessly
My life shattered shamelessly
But I didn’t even think about me
His body, now removed, was all I could see
I did no wrong
But he was gone.
I bent down and cleaned up the mess
Left by those who took him to his final rest.