The 6th of may

She passed away

Holding her sister’s hand

With her dog in her lap

She crossed the gap

And went to the other side

At the school dance

We thought no chance

That she would die of cancer

At age 13

She stopped messaging

I thought she'd forgotten me

When in truth

She was a doomed youth

When leukemia cancer claimed her

I never got a chance

To tell her I forgive

I used to worry that it might have haunted her

But with time I realized

She probably did not think of the lies she told when she left this world behind

Over and over she made me promise

Before she moved away

Practically every day before she left

She made me promise not to forget

She said all her old friends forgot her when she moved away

I promised her every time

To never forget her

We were best friends

We just clicked 

Sure we fought, oh boy did she cause drama

Yeah, her mom told her to stay away from me

I was not rich enough, I tarnished her reputation

We were in fifth grade

I promised I would not forget

All the time we spent laughing

So when people tell me to move on

I want to stab them

That time a wasp crawled into her sleeve

That time I was the only one she invited to her birthday party

That time we pretended to be drunk at the school dance

That time we made each other talk to our crushes

That time I talked in my sleep at the sleepover

That time we laughed until we cried

That time she told me her dad had died

He abandoned her, he choked on his own vomit

That time she lost her earring

That time we chickened out of the talent show

That time we did matching costumes at halloween

That time we cursed at her twin brother

That time she showed me to stand up for myself

That time she taught me not to let people push me around

That time she defended me against a bully

That time she taught me to walk with confidence

That time she taught me how to try

That time she taught me to be myself no matter what

I will not forget you

Goodbye

She was knelt down behind a short stone wall, her hands covering her face as she let out quiet sobs, her long blond hair falling over her shoulders and helping cover her small face.

He peeked around the corner and looked at her, soon walking over to sit with the little girl.

“Still sad?” he asked quietly, making her pause her sobs to nod, “Do not cry, Catrina. Do not cry for those whos suffering has already ended.”

With those words he stood, leaving her looking through her hands at the cracked stone ground, silent tears streaming down her cheeks still. She reflected on the advice her boss had given, rethinking the event that had taken place twenty-seven hours before.

stars in his eyes

he doesnt know

that every night

i pray that they shine

for me

stars in his eyes

they twinkle so bright

that even the moon

is jealous that she

doesnt shed that

kind of light

"there's stars in your eyes"

he tells me and when

we make eye contact

supernovas take place

and i can feel it through

out my body

- so this is love?