Her poem

I remember falling completely and utterly in love with you after a single poem

(which I still know by hard)

maybe it was because of how you understood what I was going through.

You made me beautiful as you destroyed my illness 

I remember hearing your voice while I cried 

and seeing through your eyes my own world, my lost interest in life. 

I remember you.

I know you didn’t die even when you tried 

but I know that they are only bones alive, no one is coming home tonight