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...