I remember you.
I met you about a year and a half ago.
We met under the same circumstance:
You were the friend that I needed.
You were the friend that pushed me
Through the hard times
We both understood so deeply.
I told you that I liked to read.
I missed my books.
So you gave me
When it was time to return them
And your face lit up in a grin.
We drew each other pictures,
Sat together on those tiny cushions,
Talked about our lives back home,
In a small but burdensome town.
We even joked about how ironic it was
That you got strep throat
Even in a hospital.
You told me that I was strong,
Even in the darkest times.
You made that long month less of a
But of course I remember when you cried.
My heart broke when you cried.
If I saw you again, I would tell you
How strong you are.
I would tell you thank you
For drawing pictures for me (that I still have)
And singing our cares away.
It made the constant chaos a little more bearable.
NOTE: The dashes are there because the stanzas wouldn’t separate.