A Young Grave
Published Sep 25, 2007

You weren't just a friend | You were the one that could always bring a smile to my face when some days were filled with a never ending sadness | You were the one who listened to me when nobody else would | You were the one who taught me the true meaning of a real friend | You were the one who died to young | You brought tears to my eyes as I faced away from your grave | I didn't want you to see my red stained cheeks and floods of tears | or hear the muttering under my breath that sounded, "Please...please come back!"



