We met each other in the park
When spring was in the air.
The birds were singing in the trees
As we were walking there.
We hardly knew each other when
I heard that you had died.
I never got to know you well.
I never really tried.
Your Mom gave me your diary
In hopes that it might be
A way to get to know you well,
And keep you close to me.
I truly came to know you as
I read the words you wrote,
And I could not help crying when
I read your final quote.
“I love you, darling, very much,
But you will never know,
For I have never found a way
To let my feelings show.”
I never knew how much you cared,
Or how I cared for you,
And now there’s no more time to say
The things we wanted to.
Nov. 22, 1982
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