Why?
Dear Paul,
You were only an acquaintance
But you made such a difference
Such a sweet smile that needed no maintenance
I thought you were full of that sweet freshman innocence
But I was wrong
You were like a little brother
With an amazing voice that could sing any song
Like you, there will never be another
I saw you that day, spoke and joked with you
I didn’t know how you felt, why didn’t you give me any signs?
I would have stopped you, I would have never let you go through
Why did you draw the line?
I wish you gave us a warning
I would have saved you from yourself
But now I’m stuck here mourning
And for a moment, I lost myself
I was one of the last to find out what you did
But one of the first few to find out the nightmare had come true
My mother told me but I didn’t want to cry, so I hid
Pain doesn’t feel like it should; it’s much worse than just blue
And now we need to continue
But it’s so hard to do
I’m finally forgiving you
But I hope you forgive yourself too
I miss you.
Gaby
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