She... Poem by Dion Webster

written on 10/12/2005

She always said that I was like her big brother, and she'd always turn to me when there was no other. She knew she could talk to me 'cuz I was always there. She knew that no matter what happened I'd always care. Those days seem to be over, few and far in between. Now we rarely talk, be it phone, person, or through computer screen. The words that I'm about to say will bring a tear to my eye. I don't know what else to say.....so I guess this is good bye.