KURT

Rumors of your departure sweep across the world. And I know it is true. I pretend I don't care, for fear that I'll look childish. Weeping for someone I only knew in dreams seems strange. But I do it anyway. Because even though we've never even been in the same room I feel I do know you. Your words of pain have become part of me and I feel you were a friend. A friend I can count on to feel exactly how I do. Even though its not confirmed, all I can do is cry. It was inevitable. Someway it had to end. Your suffering. Maybe I'm being selfish, but I can't help but hurt for what you've done. I feel you've stolen part of me to take with you. I don't understand how I can feel so deeply about this. I only hope that my pain can come to an end, that I can al least get through this day.