[Azaranth]

I made this little boat out of paper for you.
It's as fragile as you once were.
Looking at it float aimlessly on the water now makes me think of how we drifted though life.
We were so carefree weren't we?
Thinking there would be plenty more tomorrows to turn into yesterdays?
We were wrong though weren't we?
I don't think you would have regretted any moment.
Even if you were cut down before your time, you lived more than those still alive.

-My poem for today.