brook

I smiled at her laughter, She was the only thing that I'd be waiting for. The best of friends, Forever and always. But stupid me. For enjoying such a good thing, Something as good as, Something as special, As friendship. She was taken. Swiftly and quietly, So silently I never knew. I felt incomplete when I was, Unregretablly told. Like a part of me missing. Gone. Taken. I cried for days. Years it felt like. No one understood. I was isolated in my own grief. Forever and always. Until one day, I am, of course, Reunited once again. With my friend. Brook Williams