That day's memories are swirled in my head,
An ombre mix of anger and tears.
Gone.
You are gone.
You pulled a vanishing act in and out of my life
And suddenly I wonder if you were there at all.
I was so young,
A age where they teach you object
p-e-r-m-a-n-e-n-c-e.
But you were not permanent at all.
To tell a ten year old
Her friend is never coming home
Will tear her
a-p-a-r-t
For the rest of her life.