Dear Chris,
I know we never knew each other but I liked the way you handled your skateboard and I'm very sorry I was to shy and to silly to ask about how it was when you were to Northern France.
I saw you on the street late last Tuesday, I was coming back from work on skate,
and again I'm sorry I was to shy and to silly to say hello, maybe you saw me too, maybe not.
You had friends, and I'll never get how some humans can be so desperate and not show it.
It's not guilt in my tears, guilt for words we didn't exchange,
it's only shock and pain, fuck knows how and why.
As childish and weak as me, I'd almost write you "I wish".
I'm sorry you had to kill yourself, I'm sorry I'll never see you anywhere around anymore;
I know we only saw and smiled to each other, considering our mutual presence as anybody else would,
but allow me to cry, please.
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