the unsent letters

to the wounded kid who needs a friend

yes, it’s true.
i didn’t get much time.
5 months is more than enough, life said.
i may not have years, 
i may not tell you much,
i may not know everything about you,
but we shared a story that leaves us wounded, 
a story that keeps us awake at night, 
a story that rips our hearts out, 
a story that cracks our voices into tears,
a story that costs a lifetime to accept,
a story we could never forget.

and in the darkened underpass 
i thought oh god, my chance has come at last
but then a strange fear gripped me and i just couldn’t ask

(the smiths – there’s a light that never goes out)

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