Told you i wouldn't forget.
Seventeen plus, one, two, three, four.
that makes 21 white roses this past September,
Jennifer.

I told you i would visit.
At least once a year i said.
So i did and you met me outside.

We talked for hours, like we used to.
Remember years ago on the playground,
days of tag and hide and seek.
You always were a little faster than me.

So this year, nothing new happened.
I mean, a few did, and i told you about them.

you always were the best at listening to me ramble,
even now four years later.
So i sit and talk to you.
You just as silent and meditative as ever.

remember when we had that talk about your stepfather?
you said once you were eighteen you'd leave him remember?
remember how he hurt you and you would talk to me?

i miss that you know.
how you used to talk, that is.
you always had the most beautiful voice,
told you that you should be a singer, remember?

but now a days, you dont sing to much.
in the hospital remember, i told you that it would all be fine,
that id visit you once a year, even though you had moved.

well i did good remember?
told you i would come, told you.
i never had a head for dates you knew that.

i really wanted to hear you sing this last time.
i have forgotten your voice its true.

but you were so happy when you sang, that i remember.

so next September ill see you again.
next sepetember with twentytwo white roses in hand.

four years dead now,
five next year that is.  

so seventeen plus one, two, three, four, five equals twentytwo.
twentytwo white roses next September,
Jennifer.


*side note*

Jennifer never did make it to eighteen, she was killed by her drunk stepfather in a car accident. i saw her before she died of internal bleeding.