I felt your pain,
and I wish I’d loved you better then.
My dark and twisted friend,
I miss your wicked sense of humour.
I miss the little boy who played peek-a-boo from behind the steel walls and barbed-wire fences.
I wish I’d loved you better then.
I trust you forgive me.
I’ve learned a lot since then.
Mostly, I’ve learned to love myself.
And forgive myself.
And heal the pain I felt.