I just want five more minutes to talk to you. Because sitting at your grave isn’t the same, and hearing your voice just brings me to tears even though I know it’s just a fragment of my imagination. I smell your smells occasionally and that is how I know you’re still with me. Although I know i’m not so little anymore and I have done a lot of growing up I still wish to be that little again so i can feel your hug one last time. And prepare myself for the sweet angel i’ve lost… I love you forever and you’ll always be in the back of my mind.