I hate to admit,

I felt as though a piece of me died,

I went to the park and waited,

But you never came.

So I dialed your number,

And felt my blood freeze,

When your parent picked up.

I held your unfeeling hands,

Sobbing,

I never told you how I felt,

Just as you never told me about your cancer,

As it slowly deteriorated your health,

Making it painful to walk,

But somehow,

You still smiled,

And skipped to me.

And now you're gone.

Hee-do is gone.

How could I forget.

I might as well forget