Heard all the stories about you told
I hope I'm not being too bold
Inspired by your message I stand
I thought of this by your bedside, holding your hand:
Three years my junior you are wise beyond your years
from you I could learn to get past my fears
You'd say I have to reach my inner conscious
so I'd quit being so gosh **** obnoxious
We'd question things like the meaning of life
or why people endure so much strife
I ponder the truths we'd have found together
if you just braved that dreary weather
You're a true reminder of beauty and compassion
and girl, you can teach anyone a thing or two about fashion
Did I forget to mention we both write with our left hand
and that the ideals of a utopian society I too demand!…?
The forgotten artist within me you so graciously embrace
I can’t imagine having so much pain to face
A vision of us; painting, painting, painting
a picture of a world filled with love and no hating...
How could I not know we have so much in common!
Now, I can just see us bonding over a bowl or two of ramen...
(a favorite food, for which I hear we are both always in the mood!)
Yet you left us all in such a hurry
I’m blinded with tears... my eyes are so blurry
I’ll never know why we had this distance
and why being close was such a resistance
I can only blame my introversion
for making me treat you with aversion
Though you wouldn’t want me to live in regret -
forgiveness was never a thing you’d forget
I hope you’re at peace with the path you chose
this is why on your grave I left this rose
I’ll honor your memory and always be true
and I’ll do it always thinking of you