Monique, you are the dearest,
My heart beats forth for you.
My only friend,
You never gave up on me.
Your pink lips,
I'm only thinking:
We've been friends since we were 6,
I can conclude that I'm the one who's leaving.
You begged to stay,
And you wanted Death himself to pay.
Before I leave, I'll know you'll find this,
Make sure to keep it a secret.
Hence, my arms are being held by Pain,
Cancer is pouring down on me like rain.
I wish I could stay,
I don't wanna leave.
We even planned for a roadtrip,
Not sure if I could come.
Still, just remember, I'm here for you,
I'll be watching.
Monique, I am in love with you,
You are my hiraeth.
YOU ARE READING
A simple poem that my friend made when I was nine. I found it in his closet when we had to clean up his room. He died because of lung cancer last August 8, 2013. Ry, I hope you are in a better place.