Because regardless what kind of
Person you were and what kind of
Relationship we had, you were still
My friend. You didn’t only lean on me,
I did lean on you, too, and entrust
You with a big portion of my life and
My stories. With a hoarse voice I
Would say to you on that graveyard,
Where the soil had been hardened by
The time I had spent procrastinating to
Visit you: “How could you leave
And break my heart like that?"
