"I'm falling from cloud 9, crashing from the high."

I'm not sure why, but those words just scream out your name. Nothing but pure you pops into my head and from that, I just wish to have you back. I want to do nothing but go to your grave and kneel there for hours and just be there. Not talk, not think, not anything, just be there. Just sit there and remember everything we had been. The best friendship we had created, the comfort I had found in you, the content and peacefulness I had reached in your voice. And to this moment, I wish I could text you and let you know I found a 1940 penny..
It's been a month and 5 days.. or 5 weeks since the Wednesday you passed and still the world seems to be as confusing and crouchy as it was the day you passed.
The look in your brothers eyes that night will never escape my mind. It still tears at my heart and rips open my heart with pain. I wish I could take it all away, I wish I could make it all go away. I wish, somehow, you'd come back. Even though you're under the ground, and you've been cleaned out, i'm still waiting for your grave to pop open and scream out "wheres my fucking cigarettes."
It's times like this that I wish zombies were real..