The Friend We Left Behind

We swore we’d be friends till we died. It wasn’t a hard promise to keep, because you didn’t live that long. A bright star burning in the night, you refused to dim your light. But they say the brightest stars are the ones ready to burn out. You were born with a life sentence. Never sure of how many days you’d get, you didn’t waste one. You lived loud and in the moment, a child of summer dressed in purple and black, never afraid of what others thought. You made a few impulsive decisions along the way, but what could we say? No one bore the weight of the burden you carried in your lungs. Secretly we admired your freedom. You had many close calls with death and always fought back. You had many heartbreaks, but never let those bring you down. You were obsessed with life and fascinated by death. One birthday you planned your funeral, but somehow it wasn’t morbid. You didn’t know when the day would come, but you would be ready. “I want people to dress in purple,” you said. It was your favorite color. Everyone could use a little purple in their lives, right? <a href="https://medium.com/the-wind-phone/the-friend-we-left-behind-cc439615ab64">Website</a>