Dear Esther,

I miss you,
I really do
Don't you hear my cries,
Every single night?

Every day,
I lie on my bed,
Motionlessly,
Studying the concrete ceiling,
With heartbroken feelings

I recall our friendship,
And all that we had done
There's so many memories;
So much fun

But how I wish,
We could have made more...

Before you could no longer stay,
Before our time together had slipped away.

Quinn