Sun shinning,
wind blowing softly.

People dancing,
laughing loudly.

I smile,
but deep down
I don't.

This day means so much more,
than just celebrating.

Exactly a year ago,
we became friends.

For the first time, I had someone to talk too.
Someone who understood.

Who saw death like a friend.
But both knew that was ****** up.

You embraced it.
I didn't

Now I am standing her smiling with someone else.

It's been a year,
but I still remember.