I can’t write about . . .


I can’t write,
About you,
My friend.
Your laugh,
Your stories,
Your pain.
Our tears,
Our desires,
Our secrets.
You left too soon,
I don’t know why.
I wasn’t ready for,
Our friendships’ end,
I still wait for the call,
That can’t ever be made
By you,
By me,
For us,
My friend.