It's said that time heals all pain
But really, is that true?
Five years on and it still hurts
just to think of you.
I looked up to you, relied on you.
You were like a sister, not just a friend.
So why then was I the last to know
when you reached your awful end.
I may have been only 11 years old;
considered too young to understand.
But honestly I would've preferred being told,
than being left alone to stand.
I often wish there was a way
that I could see your face,
or possibly some miracle
allowing me to take your place.
A mere 14 years you had lived,
with a future already planned.
It was filled with wonder, excitement, joy and fun.
Nothing seemed too grand.
I'll remember your words of advice
you told me each and every day:
"Follow your dreams, let your heart run free.
I will always be with you, come what may."