Falling for you that first day of school,
Your grandma must have thought I was a fool.
The uneven sidewalk gave it away,
But never gave our friendship a delay.
When talking with you it's like no other.
Me and you alone; without your brother.
Down the street we walked until we met our stop.
Each day with you my stomach felt a drop.
My heart cries out for what took place.
Your in the hospital with a broken face.
Progress is slowly in the making,
Until then my heart will be aching.
It will take time for you to get better,
In the meantime I am writing you these letters.