Every time I think of you I cry,
So I try not to think of you
I just look at your picture
And remember all the good times
Never before have I felt such extreme emotions
Never have I loved so deeply and wholly
Even though sometimes I could just about like you
But you were had an incredibly knack
Of being adorable
Your smile alone
Could melt an icy heart
Your truth, although necessary, never hurt
I could go from being infuriated by you
To laughing with you
Before I realised it
I loved your writing
As much as you loved mine
You made me want to write
Just so that we could argue
I remember dedicating a poem to you
Because, I knew it was the only way
You would listen
And though you were slightly offended
You heard what I said
Your writing was prolific
Your stanzas memorable
I always thought you had a wisdom
Way beyond your years
And an understanding quite profound
Now I know why
Because you knew
That tomorrow was not promised
So you made your impact on every day
I only have fond memories of you
Because I know you were a gift
Too sweet to savour
But too piquant to forget.
Rest in peace my beautiful friend
I will love you forever.
Melanie Duncan (c)