For a Friend.

Once upon a time I lost a friend. Not like, hiding under the bed lost, but dead lost. She died and I lived. She died because I couldn't save us both. And she couldn't or woudln't save herself. So for now I'm done saving people, because if I fail again, it'll be like losing her again 10 times over. Here is my tribute to her.

Celia Catorina Rosa Di Bastelli. 18th September 1989- 5th May 2005. She used to dot her I's with butterflies. RIP.
I lost you long before that day, but I can't say sorry now and for this I'll say that that day you ripped my heart in two.
She was a part of me. A part of the thing I call life. Part of my thoughts, of the way I saw the world and the way I saw God. When you left, a part of me went with you too.
She will never again in this lifetime walk the earth, talk to me, laugh her obnoxious laugh, or play her stupid ringtones. We'll never fight again. Just for the record Miss Celia, Pheonix are better than Kestrels, Collingwood are better than Carlton and Delta and Mariah shit all over Joss Stone and Norah Jones. :) miss you.
I'll never watch her touch every wall before she can even think about going to bed, cross the air at the sign of roadkill, do her October rosarys or spray perfume in the air and then walk through it.
Nonna Rosa always did make the best pasta, pity her family reunions always ended in blood, we can never raid the fridge at midnight again. Becuase time is too far gone. I can't go back, and I can't stay here. I can't say sorry. There are no do-overs.
And yet, she'll always hold my hand when I climb too high, she'll always catch me when I fall. She'll always be the angel with the broken wing. My princess tooth-fairy... or something. You took my wasted heart and crushed it between your fingertips. I love you Mo Cuishle, don't ever forget it.
Your partner in crime lalaliki.xxx.