You left

me behind,

to deal with

all the pain

you had caused me.

I didn't like it.

I stayed up, 

night after night, 

screaming your name.

"Arthur!"

I would over and over.

Wanting you to 

yell at me 

just one more time

to shut up

or to polish your armour.

But you never did.

I withered away to 

nothing

while you lay 

dead six feet under.

The sun

stopped shining for me.

The whole story is:

I am sad.

I am sad 

all the time 

and the sadness

is so heavy, 

that I cannot get 

away from it.

Not now, 

and 

not ever.

Please, 

I'm begging you, 

Don't be-

Dead.