Fred Never Left George
Here I am, sitting on our bed at home. Yes, I still call it our bed. How are you, Fred? I'm doing well now, I guess. I took your advice. I've never felt happier this year.
We planned our future the night before you left me. We were going to share a mansion and our kids would be best friends, remember? We were supposed to chase each other using wheelchairs when we became old and grew white hair. I'm sure you would still admit that you were better looking.
They tell me I barely ate for weeks. The hunger is nothing compared to the pain of losing you. When I look in the mirror, sometimes I wonder if it's you I'm looking at. But it can't be. The pale-faced, thin, person with eyebags in the mirror never even smiled. Even on our gloomy days, you'd always stay positive and cheer me up with your smile, Fred.
I feel so lonely walking on the streets with nobody by my side. If you were here, I bet we'd be waving like idiots to the strange