Derek's p.o.v
A special rare occurrence, your possible great potential.
An unfathomable concept, your unfinished lifework.
A fading memory, your brief existence was a story that ended with a huge cliffhanger.
Vanishing dreams, echoes of what could've should've would've been.
You were as sweet as apple pie.
Loosely knit together, the tie that connected us came undone too easily and quickly.
Born to die, your body was worn out like paper.
The thorn in your side never disappeared.
Born to die, you were torn away from me too soon.
Somewhere over the moon, you now rest in peace.