I Have To Tell You This, Jeff

You had a gentleness about you
That is very uncommon
If I could talk to you again
I’d tell you that…
Showed me compassion
And you didn’t even know me
If I could talk to you
I’d tell you that…
Once you left the house
Your scent stayed with me
If I could talk to you
I’d tell you that…
You would’ve made any girl happy
Just by being with you
If I could talk to you
I’d tell you that…
All of this was gathered
At the first and only time
That we met.
We’ll Miss You, Jeff.
R.I.P July 10, 2005

(Here's another poem I feel like I should give a little background on. Jeff is the name of a man I met in 2005. One of my close friends at the time introduced us; he was one of her best friends. I had only met him for mere minutes and felt like he was an old friend. I would later joke with my friend that he is perfect for her and that they should at least date. This was only a couple weeks before he killed himself with a shotgun.)