33.

Postcard

Life is so temporary
But I realise too late
Just how I need you
Your joking, your traits

All the thinks that make you you
-That made you you- now no longer
No longer a jibe at my new girlfriend
No longer a joke ‘bout how you want her

I’d give you her in a heartbeat now
If you could stay on earth
For a week, a day, a minute or less
I would grant you any wish

But you have died
And for weeks I’ve cried
So until we meet again my friend
C u l8r m8