From the moment we met in Year 7
We were only eleven but
it was abundantly clear
we were friends.
Through storms and other rough weather
we found a way to remain together.
Cherryade and vodka,
little cards, much laughter.
Road trips and sleepovers;
I'd do it again and over.
Spain, beach hut, boyfriends, girlfriend,
wife.
It's been amazing to be part of your life.
But now you have to be strong.
Just like you have been
all along.
A bump in the road.
I'll be your airbag.
Remember all the joys you had.
Keep them rolled up in your pocket,
captured round your neck in a locket
or hibernate them inside your heart.
Soon you will start
to put one little foot in front of the other
and know we will always have each other.
Those memories, they'll make you:
laugh and cry and shout and scream.
You will see him every night in your dreams,
and when you wake up, pick up the phone.
You may not have him, but you're not alone.
