Chapter 51 - BETTER

I remember when we used to talk

Before and after classes.

I had fallen in love with a photograph

That I knew the name.

I remember your contagious soft voice;

I heard it then I loved it.

I remember that we were becoming

Something specious.

We almost became more than best friends

But we fell apart and made up just memories.

I can recall how you treated me better,

When you loved me better,

I love how you talked to me better,

Where you made my half better;

But now he is better.

And I remain the last good man.