Dear Esther,

Remember when,
I was in the toilet,
And I stood before the mirror,
Studying my figure,
Once again?

Remember when,
I lamented to you,
About my size,
About my revolting looks?

You told me the same thing over and over again;
Comforting me and telling me I was pretty,
And of course I didn't believe you

Instead, I shoved you away,
And before I knew it,
Within the next few weeks,
You were gone.

Long gone and dead.

Because of a tumour,
That had terrorised your lungs

I weeped and mourned;
Cried with tears rolling down my eyes,
Throughout the sleepless nights,
Wishing I could turn back in time,
And do everything right

I ate less,
And slept more;
My heart always numb and sore

I miss you Esther,
I really do,
And now the earth,
Is singing sad tunes,
Just for you

These letters,
That I have written from the bottom of my heart,
Will never be sent,
But only kept under my bed,
For nights and days

I really wish you'd be able to read them,
To understand,
My appreciation for you

But our friendship so strong,
Has passed away,
For you never could stay

Ephemeral,
In every way.

Quinn