Tears » poetry by Anne Sofie Zaar

XVII

Now she's mine again: my bestfriend

But you Will have to be patient

I'm afraid she leaves: Maybe.

i've cried i've cried

Much more than when my great-grandfather died.

I know that makes me A terrible person

But i guess thats what depression makes persons.

I'm sorry great-grandfather i'm sorry baby

I Will try to learn

But it is never easy

So please be patient.