His Final Breath

(This is a fictional poem) On one terrifying day in Vietnam my friend was shot. Most people would've been afraid to die but he was not. I held him as he took his final breath. It broke my heart to witness his death. Before he died, he asked me to look after his wife and kids. When I came home, that's exactly what I did. I've given his family moral support over the years. I've comforted them every time they've shed their tears. I'm not sure if a broken heart can ever fully mend. They lost a great father and husband and I lost my best friend.