I see the text the next morning,
After she has already passed.
I can't believe it's happened—
Life goes by so fast.
She didn't mean a lot to me,
Though it's still sad that she's gone.
No one can live up to her,
She's the only one.
I think I'll end this poem—
I don't have much to say.
She already had her funeral
And I never came.
Every day, I sit and stare
at you talking about what others consider nonsense.
I'd call you a wordsmith,
Staged-like words flowing off the tip of your tongue.
I hunch in the corner of the group,
I came to sit by you everyday,
Listening to your laugh,
Imagining what it'd be like if we were friends,
Knowing you don't feel the same.
my heart was ripped apart in seconds
and it only took a few hours to be stitched up again.
those stitches won't stay
just like I know you won't.
you leave the conversations like deer,
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