He was her best friend.
He was with her at her worst.
He made her smile,
he handled the outburst.
He made her better,
he was there for her.
But she...
She couldn't give it all back.
She never wiped off his tears.
He held her hand and
Taught her to fight with her fears.
He wasn't perfect.
But he was exactly the person she needed.
She won't forget all the good he did.
In fact, bad memories are already deleted.
He was with her
for everything she faced.
Maybe he's the person who can never be replaced...
22 September 2020
Thank you for handling me at my worst...
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Poetry is Immortal
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