For Yasmine.

For Yasmine.

I promised to protect you and deprive you of your dreams.
But the lines on your face expressed silent screams.
But surprisingly, together we could suppress the demons.
And together we could express our feelings.
We were melted down and molted back together.
And during dark winter-nights the memories last forever.
As time flew by we called eachother Koala and Yasmine.
There was no romance, just the strongest of friendships.

Three years later,
the friendship was never greater.
We were close even though there was a distance.
It took its toll, but you know we can be persistent.
But atleast our busy schedules had a gap at the same time.
We set a date, just to sit down and escape time.
But you felt sick so you could only stay for a while and speak.

(I'm sorry)

Suddenly one night I got a call, you cried and screamed.
I asked you arrogantly what the fuck you woke me up for.
But I heard your pain when I nervously stroked the phonechord.
The check up-result was in and you was diagnosed with cancer.
The angels pulled your number, what was I supposed to answer.
I sat stunned, hearing your voice tremble in fear.
I lost my breath, but the lack of words was resembled in tears.
You got frustrated and suddenly the terror turned to anger.
"Varför säger du inget?! Jag kanske kommer dö!"
You hung up but the next morning I finally reached you.
I moved into your place so you'd had someone to speak to.
We rented movies and blasted Pac through the speakers.
In time our bond grew stronger but your body got weaker.

Now, I've almost graduated high school.
You've spent the last year in a bed, but had me behind you.
You passed away last week.
During the last days you could hardly speak.
And seeing you grasp every breath to stay breathing.
It got me thinking.. and even more.. feeling.
I never apologized for that night by the phone.
So I'm sorry, but since then I knew you would leave your Koala on his own.

I want you back.