My best friend  since I can remember
we were nothing alike
you had your  innocent frills and rosy cheeks
and I had  my attitude
we grew older
to  the ripe age of  18
we were both together to celebrate your birthday
We  stumbled home
we lay on your couch, your fingers through my hair and my hand on your shoulder
I hear your sweet song of you breathing and knowing you are there
is enough for me
3 weeks later
the usual autumn is some what different, eerie
I hear the harmonious song of crows
as I walk to your door
Your whole family is with me
never have  I seen so much rain
I spend hours at your door
When I walk away the wind blows through my hair
I  know its you
You  are always with me