Looking back, could I have done something more?

Something different?

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.