Her eyes gazing at the night sky trying to avoid eye contact..But the the twinkle in her eyes tell stories of broken dreams..The shimmering light of the moon dancing on the river hypnotizes me into her world.. She spoke of death, Betrayal, and pain..Outcasted by family and freinds..She walks away leaving footprints in the sand soon to be blown away by winds of change..I see her settled underneath a tree..Sitting on a log that at one time was full of life just like she was..I sat next to her held her hand and offered a peice of my heart to mend hers..She acknoweldge me with a smile..Her eyes fixated on mine so beautiful..But so distant just like the stars illuminating the night..We kissed not for lust..But for the reassurance of ones ability to still be loved..It's a memory now..Sorry I never told you how I felt..I was young then..Sorry I missed out on what could've been..I was stupid then..And I'm sorry you chose to leave this world first..

I am very sorry.That was such a tender & heartfelt write my friend.I 'it very much.Beautiful expression

I was 17 when it happened it, I really didn't know how to handle it at the time. But thanks for the comment.

"We kissed not for lust..But for the reassurance of ones ability to still be loved.." Cool line.

Good Write.