Looking back to when we first met
i remember seeing you outside
looking in upon me..
i stared at you in contemplation
for given the chance you surely
would take my blood..
It was in your nature now i see
my little friend with tiny wings
my mosquito..
Time and time again i'd watch you
buzzing around and trying to enter
the glass barring your way..
and we developed in these times
i became fond of your presence
day after day..
I was always amazed that you
never left to pursue other things
it was fate i guess..
then one morning when i woke,
i looked out and saw your
little carcass..
laying still and cold
i felt a little depressed
my little one..
though your presence is gone
i still think to the lesson
i learned from you..
for you spent your entire life
chasing a dream you could
not achieve..
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