off the deepend

I knew you for only less than a year. I considered you a friend, and I'm sure you did the same.

Whether we both wanted to admit it or there weren't feelings, you were still a good friend.

I have not been blessed with many good friends in my lifetime. But to have one is a blessing even if it was short lived.

That day my intuition knew something was wrong. Like that third eye moment you had about missing the bus that day.

I didn't get to see you buried and maybe that would've helped put an end. But I am here, years later, still thinking about you and a photo we took together I will never see because you left the world.