Sifting through the
ashes of our friendship

I find many things
to be grateful for.

I can say "thank you" for
for knowing you,
becoming your friend,
and all the kindness you have ever offered
to others.

I can say "thank you"
for being there,
willing to be shared.

I can say "thank you" for
the fine yearbook you were inspiration for
and the many memories you helped
us remember
over the years.

But how, in my grasp of
the English language,
faltering as it is,

Can I ever
thank you
for
being YOU?