White was the colour of the rose I meant to give you
Not red or yellow or pink
I just wanted you to have the purest rose
Before I moved away...
I may be naïve not knowing what to say
Shy and awkward and clumsy is my stroll
Wished I could be more with you
But I am to shy to say
Sure we were close as friends
But i thought of you more than that
We met at the alleyway
It was dark and I was alone
No family, friends, or a person with me
You stretched your hand
and grabbed me up
Saying why am I alone
I tell you my story
about my parents
who were once my family
About my friends
who were once my everything
about my dog
who once barked and ran
and about my teacher
who failed to notice me
A pity story really
hopeless was my future
or so I thought
until you wrapped your hand in mine
and said
"Every person has a fire in their eyes to survive in this world, you have to just find the coal to light a fire you deserve"
I laughed and cried
dint know why I did that
I felt weird
As it was the first time someone said something genuine
instead of fake sympathies
After I laughed and cried, I asked for your name
Wishing to be closer to this eccentric person
My name is "....." you say
And then you ask me if you could be my friend
I nod happy and bittersweet
I still fell these emotions to this day
As I write this in this letter
even though you are no longer here with me here today
I carry my letter to your grave
dig a small hole beside your coffin
and bury my letter there
I take the single rose in my hand
gently place it on the lid
My tears still never ending
I choke out the last six words I always wanted to say
I love you, and thank you
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