by Heather Marie Hill
I, call you come.
I, wish you were here.
I cry, you tell me everything will be fine.
I laugh, you laugh with me.
I am alone, you comfort me.
for you, I do the same.
I wanted a friend, you became my friend.
I needed the love of someone, and you gave that to me.
You are really special to me.
Why did you leave?
You were, and still are, and always will be...