Brian's Lament

[Vegeta]

this was written for a friend.
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the salt of our tears still fresh on your hands

the ending to this story came

many pages too soon

the writer adds to other stories with brash pen strokes, readers skip this chapter

and will not read

but you will not be forgotten

we hold your memory here

a fragile indent on the world you left

one we will never ignore

i am sorry you left so soon

wish you could have stayed another night

another minute

another breath

we know you could have become so great

but you were robbed of the chance

all we can do to honor you

is to never forget

the beat of your heart

the rhythm of your breath

the words you spoke in such careful glances

growing, becoming, blooming

you will always be one of the beautiful ones