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I Will Always Carry You In My Heart
By SteffiSevenfold

 


Zachary James Baker

It's only been a few hours and it's still sinking in.

Six in the morning and your mother doesn't seem to mind that I'm sitting on your porch, just rocking back and forth.

Maybe she just didn't notice.

I wish I made it here in time to say goodbye.

I'm looking up as I write this and I know you can see me right now.

I know you can feel my sadness and emptiness.

And I know you're reading this wherever you are.

You were wayyy too young to die, Zacky.

I keep asking myself, If everything happens for a reason, then why Zachary?

You never did anything wrong.

You went out of your way to make a sad face happy.

You could make a sad face happy just by smiling.

I just need one more warm hug.

I need to hear your soft voice one more time and I need more than anything to see your smile.

It's always made my days happy.

You have the kindest, sweetest heart I've ever known.

This is just so surreal.

How did this happen, baby?

We just hung out two days ago. I have a text from you from just last night.

Now you're gone and I don't understand and I'm just so lost.

Remember my thirteenth birthday?

You made that card. I still have it in my room.

And remember when we were, like, fifteen and had little crushes for each other?

And remember when you fell out of my car when I first got it?

And when we'd drive into the ghetto with hardcore rap blaring and you'd duck down in your seat, shouting at me to turn it off before we got shot.

Wendy's sells Hello Kitty watches. We haven't been there in forever, but I know you would have the whole collection.

I just want to look over and have you step outside your door and point at me, screaming, “Just kidding!”, but I know that that's not going to happen.

I already miss you and it hasn't even been that long.

My heart's already plummeting and my mind's already shutting down.

I already miss how when I don't call you back, you'd call me because you were worried something happened to me.

I try texting you all the time. I just need to make sure this is a crazy dream that my stupid imagination cooked up.

But you're not texting me back. . .

And you're not calling me to make sure I'm okay.

And the worst part is the realization that you're never going to text me or call me again.

I need somebody to talk to, Zacky. But I don't know what to say.

Tell me the right words to say and I'll say them, babe.

I'll do anything.

When I close my eyes, I think of you sitting on my couch and I think that when I wake up we'll go make pancakes like we used to.

But then I open my eyes and you're not on my couch, and I'm not ever waking up and we're not making pancakes.

I'd give absolutely anything to see you there, sitting on my couch first thing in the morning.

I need you to come and hold me and tell me my heart will feel better.

Or at least that this stabbing pain in my chest will subside.

You weren't supposed to die.

In a twisted way, every day excites me more because I know I'm dying more and more each day.

And the more days go by, the more I die and the closer I am to seeing your angel face again.

I'm not ready for you to go, Zack. Nobody's ready for you to go.

And I can feel you, baby.

I can feel your heart still beating, even if it's not for this world, because wherever you go, you make it a better place.

You made everything seem so glamorous.

Now the world is just so much dimmer without you here.

Why can't I stop crying? Or sputtering? Or gasping for air?

I know you wouldn't want me to cry.

You said before as I was crying on your shoulder that a frown doesn't fit me.

You said that such a pretty face shouldn't be so broken.

I know, this is so long, Zee.

But, babyboy, you've accomplished so much in your life and this is for you and only you.

Blotchy cheeks and swollen eyes, I'm sure this isn't the way you want to see me from up above.

Baby, you were there for me through the thick and thin.

And I'm the luckiest person in the world because I've had you as my best friend for so long.

I can't help but wonder if you'll visit me in my dreams.

I can't help but wonder if I'll ever sleep again.

Zacky. . . baby, what do I do now? Who's here guide me through my shit?

And who's here stumble around with me after a night at the club?

And who's here to split a pack of menthols with me?

Give grandpa a kiss for me, okay, baby?

Because I know you both went to the same place and I'm sure it's as beautiful as you.

Never stop smiling, Zacky.

Because, really, this world couldn't be without your breathtaking smirk.

“One day your life is going to flash before your eyes. Make sure it's something worth watching.”

I know that your day came early.

But I know you must be enjoying one hell of a show.

I love you, Zacky.

Fuck do I love you, boy.

1981 - 2009

- - - - -

ShaniiBabe.

You were the world to me and I'm lost without you here.

Come visit me tonight, okay?

And save me a seat up there.

I love you, boy.

Shannon Lindsay Bender

1990 - 2009

 

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