This is for every poem written,
For every poem that wasn’t.

This is for every letter I've sent,
For every letter I’ll write.

This is for every feeling I've felt,
For every feeling I've yet to feel.

This is for every word I've spoken,
For everything I wished I said.

This is for every friend I've made,
For every friend I’ll lose.

This is for every memory we’ve had,
For every memory we’ll make.

This is for every toss and turn,
For every forgotten night.

This is for every one we’ve loved,
For every one we haven't.

This is for every tear shed,
For every kiss to come.

This is for every morning we awoke,
For the one morning we will not.

This is for the years I never knew you,
For the years I no longer will.

This is from myself,
For you.