A few years ago, I was introduced to one of the most amazing people on this planet of endless agony and corruption. Jelina was an important part of me and my life. Our friendship was like one of those circus mirrors, very complex. “Jellie” as I fondly called her, usually called me “motherf*cker” a nickname that we both came to love calling each other. She was even my wallpaper, my favorite picture was of her in a blue dress, a reason why I sometimes called her “the lady in blue.”

Unfortunately, people grow up and grow apart.

Jellie, everything is slowly fading

Right now, life is very excruciating 

Never knew we would have this ending

Here I am, writing a rhyme that I will never be sending.

How did it even come to this

Which obvious signs did I miss?

A goodbye that was never there

God, this life is not fair.

I don’t really know where to go from here

I don’t even know why I showed  up here

Jokala lodge where we met, I came back and am alone here

My heart is not the best guide to listen to

Still I always end up missing you

I’m living everyday as most people do

Smiling while hiding the pain am going through 

Motherf*cker, I really miss you

Were we too good to be true?

The family and I called you, “Machine”

We had something so pure and clean

A shoulder that was my lean

If am being honest

I can tell you are all my life needed.

Walking in the depths of hell

Yet nobody can actually tell

“I’m okay,” is the lie I always sell

Oh, without you, this life is mellow.

Dear Jellie, I know we don’t talk anymore but sometimes I get the random urge to text you, “Can we be friends again?” and in another universe with no questions asked you’d say “Yes” but then again it’s in another universe.