13th Street

We would play on the swings

of 13th Street.

We would ride our bikes

along 13th Street.

We both lived on 13th Street.

But

you died

on 13th Street.

The precious laugh

that replays in my head

when I pass

13th Street.

The smile I remember

as the sun rises

on 13th Street.

So delicate

yet

so beautiful.

Everyday I struggle

without you.

I've tried

and tried

but

I just can't seem

to forget about you.

So I made the decision

to be with you.

We both lived

on 13th Street.

We both died

on

13th Street.