A letter to someone who died before their time, from someone who didn’t get to live.
I wonder if you grew old, grew old like I did.
I slowed. I dose.
Life passed me by, long before I started to slow, started to dose.
You perished, passed away.
The parties. The women. The good times we didn’t have.
We missed out. Maybe we got jipped.
What if you survived and I died.
At least one of us would have lived.