Today marks two years.
Two years since you left.
And I still don’t understand it.
You were fifteen.
Fifteen.
The age of exams,
of silly jokes with friends,
of impossible dreams,
of wondering what you’ll be when you grow up.
But you never got to grow up.
Sometimes I look at your photos
and I wonder what you’d be doing now.
What your voice would sound like.
What music you’d listen to.
If we would still be friends.
And then I remember
that I’ll never get to know.
Because there were people who turned your life
into a nightmare.
And because one day
you just couldn’t take it anymore.
The worst part is you came into my life
when I wasn’t okay either.
I had just lost my dad.
I felt like I was drowning.
And then you appeared.
Not to fix anything.
Just to stay.
And that was enough.
You were the person who helped me
keep going
when I didn’t know how.
That’s why it hurts so much.
Because when I lost you,
I felt like I lost a part of myself again.
Sometimes I wonder if you knew
how important you were.
If you knew that to me
you were like an angel.
Because you came when I needed you most.
And you left too soon.
Sometimes I think about everything you missed.
Birthdays
.
Laughter.
People you would have met.
The life you deserved to have.
And it breaks my heart.
Because I keep growing.
I’ll turn eighteen.
Then nineteen.
Then twenty.
And you will always be fifteen.
Some days the pain feels smaller.
And other days it comes back all at once.
Like today.
Because today I can’t stop thinking
that the world failed you.
And that you deserved so much more
.
I miss you.
More than words can explain.
And I think a part of me
will keep missing you
until the very last day of my life.
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Author:
lorena1 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is dedicated to a very special friend I lost two years ago. She was fifteen years old. I met her during one of the hardest moments of my life, right after I had lost my dad, and in some way she became a very important support for me. She is not here anymore, but she is still present in everything I write and everything I feel. This text is a way of remembering her, giving her a voice, and never forgetting her. She will always be my “Forever Fifteen”.💙
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Comments5
Beautifully written tribute to your friend. So sorry for your loss.
Thanks you
The righteous perish, and no man lays it to heart: and merciful men are taken away, none considering that the righteous is taken away from the evil to come.
Lore, this absolutely broke my heart. What moved me most is that this isn't simply a poem about loss...it's a poem about gratitude, friendship, and the lasting impact one life can have on another. The fact that she entered your life when you were grieving your father makes the entire piece even more powerful. Beautiful work, my friend. Sorry for your loss. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
A poem of loss and sadness at that loss but gain in what was given and an eternal memory of a person so important. Lovely
This really spoke to me about a friend I lost when we were both young. I miss my friend.
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