Seashell in The Sand

B

I didn't know how to explain this
Because I hoped it'd never come.
I've known you my entire life.
I don't remember a time when you weren't here.

I don't know how to feel
and I don't know what to say.
Nothing I do or say
could ever help what I'm feeling.

Usually my feelings are overflowing,
and I write without thinking,
but this time I can't seem to find
a single word to describe this moment.

I could talk about every time you've been there
or I could mention all the jokes you've made,
but anyone who takes the time to read this
will already know.

You told me to write your memoir
and to use my writing skills
to tell your story now that you were sick,
but not even I could do your incredible story justice.

There are so many times you were there for me,
there are so many times you were there for everyone,
there were so many times you brought us all together,
and you were the only thing we all had in common.

I could talk about the people you've brought together,
I could talk about the friends I've made because of you,
and I could talk about how much you loved fun,
but anybody that knew you will already know that too.

So you see, no matter what words I find to describe this,
no matter what memories I choose to talk about,
the people who you loved the most,
will already know before I get the words out.