{Decided to actually write to a prompt. This was probably one of the hardest things I had ever written.
Prompt: Write a poem about something that has happened to someone you know.}
Premature death.
Unable to see your newborn nephews
Before they were even able to see... To feel life.
The blow of knowing this may have
Hit stronger if it was the first time.
Separation from groups,
Not being able to fit in.
Trying so hard to be "like the others"
Yet still trying to show who you are as a person.
Tell me, is it hard to
Live that way?
Or has it already become a habit to you,
Living as someone you might not be?
We may have drifted apart as friends,
But just know that
You seemed to have been my
First friend, one of my best friends.
First friend, one of my best friends.
You are stronger than you think.
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