This feels like a fever dream, it seems like yesterday you and I were just 13. Sitting in your backyard in the summer your hand in mine under the tree's leaves.

Years pass, we grew apart. Two weeks ago , I receive a message from your mother of your depart. To make matters worse twas by your own hand. This I will never fully understand.

The days seem longer since you left this earth. Overwhelming feelings of regret and guilt from years after you left me hurt. With the words of anger I spewed.

Now I spend my days talking to you. Hoping that you hear, something that I'd never thought I do in these past eight years.

You're always on my mind, I still see you as the tall, shaggy haired boy that I met in the summer of 2009.When I'm alone I cry and wonder if you're looking upon me when I look at the sky.

I may not of asked you this in life but I hope you're doing fine where you are. That you've found your peace in a place so far.

You were my first love and the first person I know to die so young. Rest in peace dear one, I hope your pain and suffering is done.