BlankA Poem by en skyggeI guess some sort of inspiration kicked in.It was Autumn. November, I think. Yes, definitively November. Nothing good happens in November. We've known each other for quite some time. Such a best friend was worth more than all of my brothers combined. We had our fair share of ups and downs, but we always figured it out. Till that year. Unfortunately, life didn't share our plans. We had to part out ways for numerous reasons. Half a world apart, and we still talked each and every day. Till that girl showed up. Now He became Them. We couldn't figure it out this time. We talked less, cared less. Till she broke his heart. Time did it's thing and I couldn't even remember his name from time to time. Some say that he was shattered after her. Drunk, drugged, sleep deprived and what not. Till that day. A normal day in each and every aspect. At home - a mail and my address on it. His name on the envelope. And a blank letter. Couple of nights have passed. I still had no clue what the letter meant. I continued on with my life. Till I saw his obituary in the newspaper.
© 2016 en skyggeAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthoren skyggeSplit, CroatiaAboutI don't write that often, but I sure do enjoy it. English is not my first language, so please ignore/correct any mistakes. Just one of those E.A.Poe-inspired writers. Feel free to message me or sen.. more..Writing
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