You're Gone

[Hannah Capps]

I gaze outside, far and long away,

I miss you something sore Greg.



Weeping much at the thought of you,

Spent and rung dry, far away not few.



Hard to describe an ache that burns so much,

Antiquated well with depression touch.



Recalling your smiles, your cheeky whiles.



Hot tears sting, I die a bit inside.

Few understand, this pain I want to hide.



Tried my best to be a good friend,

Feels like it didn’t matter in the end.

dedicated to limpit chicken. His name was Greg. I’ll never forget you.

 

[cduggles]

A powerful tribute, Hannah.

 

[Hannah Capps]

A powerful tribute, Hannah.

Thanks…I’ve gotten an impression that he knew, and he knows I miss him and loved him…I cannot explain it, but I feel it deeply in my bones

 

[Hannah Capps]

Man, I miss Greg so much, even all these years later. The police in Manchester still won't tell me how he passed away. And they are annoyed that a little pesky autistic female from across the pond is bothering them about someone they obviously don't give a crap about. I did, and still do, give a crap about Greg. Thank you, Darlin', for being there for me at my lowest over the 15 years I knew you. I am 40 years old and have been self-harm-free for three years. And I have you to thank for it.