I don't know what in particular,
But there is something in the air that
made me feel her.
Was it the sudden brush of the wind?
The sudden shuffling of the leaves?
I looked up in the sky,
Thinking...
Constantly thinking if she's there.
If she's happy.
Does she still remember?
Does she miss us
The same way we miss her?
I just wanted to see her so bad
There are so many words left unsaid
So many things left undone
So many feelings left unexpressed
How can she die soon?
She just turned eighteen.
I think about her day and night
What if things were done differently?
How can one move on?
How can one forget someone who
gave them so much to remember?
