Uncle

My dearest uncle,

Last summer

Was so awesome.

I hadn't seen you in years, and to finally see you again gave me hope.

But you had changed.

Last summer

Was so sad.

I was broken

And I needed you

Much.

But you had changed.

Last summer

I grew up.

You had changed

Not for the better

And even though I needed you

I had to learn to cope.

Because you left.

This summer

You came back.

Again.

And things aren't the same.

We both know it

But no one wants to say it.

So I will:

We won't ever be the same.

Last year

You changed

I changed

And neither of us

Will ever be the same.

So we'll have to cope

On our own.

So let's drink to our changes

All of my betrayed love,

Your niece

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