I stand here weeping, as if you’ll notice, kneeling down I wonder if you even recognize me.

I will always recognize you, ah, remember back when we were in 6th grade? We went to the park and you told me how I was controlling, how I tell you to tie your shoes or wear a bigger coat or to put your hood up and pushing your out of the way of people while walking. I’m not sure why I do this, but I’m sorry, I truly am. I just wish you would’ve left a letter, I just… love you so dearly.

Tears falling of her cheek, landing on the soil bellow, she’s lifts a hand pressing it up against the grave stone, outlining her friends name.