Dear Chantelle

I opened your closet late this evening at Sunset Your sweet smell kidnapped my soul tears fell from my eyes, and reminded me your fall I read your journal last night I'm sorry, you said not to As your spirit and mine argue, I accept to lose the fight even though you gave up yours too soon I sung to your lyrics early this morning Little John, did the same we held each other's hand tight, mourning and celebrating your departure and existence