To be honest, I'd never thought I'd feel so numb and cold I waited patiently, hoping you'd call out for my help. Withing my grasp, you were close enough for me to whisper in your ear. When I saw my chance to finally rescue you, it was already too late to save you. Now I'm racked with guilt, grief and self anger. Finally realizing that no matter how many times I wish, you can never come back. I'll have to wait even longer to hear your voice, touch your skin and see your smile The poem and picture is for a long lost friend, more than a friend actually. He was everything to me and I figured I'd draw this because this was the first thing I did when I found out he died. I fell to the ground, wanting to believe that he wasn't gone. Colored with prisma color pencils out lined with 05 micron pen.