it was another day as i began talking to my first love.
anything that came to mind, i spoke.
it was as if you were still here, being your usual self listening to my stories and rants.
few years had passed but i just couldn't seem to get over you
"i still regret not saying this to you but,
thank you for healing me.
thank you for saving my me.
i'll love you for life and until next time my dear."
i smiled genuinely as i stared at the frame,
"my savior, my best friend."
then walked away slowly,
from your grave.
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Random"why do you care?" "because i just do." in which the prize was meeting you, the price was losing you. [au]: in another life / right person, wrong time
