To The Girl From Freshman Year Math Class

To my best friend, 

I miss you.

You were supposed to be there at graduation last May. 

You were my rock that held me down and I was your glue. 

I still remember that day. 

I still remember that call. 

I still remember my knees hitting the floor. 

I still remember hearing the still of your monitor. 

And still I can hear you knocking on my front door. 

Nothing is worse than losing your other half,

For you made me more than whole. 

I was the flower and you were my caretaker. 

You showered me with your love  

And I blossomed. 

Now, I take care of the garden that you planted. 

You scored the symphony, 

And now I finish it. 

It's time to let you go. 

I'll never forget your silent battle that I never saw before, 

You made your decision long ago. 

But your peace became my war.