Maeve was drunk all the time.
Tonight, was not an exception.
She drove trucks for a living. Her father and mother were kind enough to give birth to her, not realizing that they had to take care of her until she was eighteen. Long story short, they took the easy way out.
memories of our conversations
come back
the names we'd call each other and
I almost cry
thinking about the moments
we had shared ....
we never got to experience
and all you ever will be a happy sad memory...
yours truly,
an old friend