The Note Poem by david stasio

Her best friend of long ago 
Had passed away so suddenly
Without a love to share
She knelt before the stone 
And brushed away the leaves
A faded rose sat on the ground 
She couldn't believe her eyes
Her name was on the bow
That held the tattered note.
And this is what he wrote:

I knew one day you come to me
So I left this note to you
About a girl that I had loved
When we were nine or ten
Wish I knew now what I knew then
As we grew my feeling changed
But I was her best friend
Many times we'd walk the beach 
And tell of how we'd see 
How we'd grow in our later lives
I felt a love that grew for years
With hope she'd be my wife
She saw the world at her feet
So fame became her dream
The stage would be her love

For many years I watched her rise
All alone and left behind
Though many time I had tried 
What I should have said before
The words would go unheard
One day she came back home
To escape the shining lights
A driver ran the light
And I pulled her from the wreck
Unknown to her I gave her back her life
She rushed away to another shore
My chance was lost again
She never found the love 
She wished would share her dream

Me, I lived alone still loving my best friend
My dream has now been seen
At last for she has come
I watch her from above
The one I've been waiting for
Is the girl that reads this note