So,
I might have lost a friend last night.
Perhaps for real, and permanently.
And how do you ask me to hope for your peace, now?
How do you ask that we smile and bid you farewell?
There's nothing I can do, stupidly enough.
Except wonder if you really are gone, if the deed's been done,
if, at seventeen,
I have lost a friend.
A pretty close friend, at that.
When did everything else stop mattering?
I wish I knew more.
I wish you were here for me to be angry with.
I wish you knew that sometimes I miss you and,
if there's anything about you that I love,
it's that passion you have for the arts that makes me realize,
I'm not the only one who's crazy.
Tell me you're safe.
Please.
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