Once again the nightmare clouds my vision,

The one where I see your last moments in time,

Moments filled with pain I think it was a quarter past nine.

A time when life as I knew it would end,

A time when you could no longer be my friend.

 Did you know this is how things would be?

Did you long for death to set you free?

As the metal and glass exploded around you,

Was the pain too much to bare?

Did you try to hang on,

At this point did you care?

What was your last thought,

Your last vision to hold,

And in the end did you shudder from the cold?

Does it hurt to die,

The kind of hurt,I feel now as I cry?

So many questions I wish I could ask of you,

Like is heaven all they say is true?

For I know heaven is where you must be

Because you were always an angel to me.

And what if I’d only taken your keys,

Would you then still be here with me?