death via texting

the first time i died

she told me about

her boyfriend.

he lived in sweden

where she was staying

for a year.

far away from me.

i felt bad for being angry,

it wasn't her fault

she left the country,

and it was surely a great

experience.

we were never official

but i was her friend.

we sat next to each other

on the bus.

and i would always watch her

trying to make her laugh

and wishing i could

be her laughter.

the first time i died

i was eleven

too young to die

but the perfect age

to be broken.