Three is bronze, silver and gleaming gold
Three is the Father, Son and Holy Ghost
Three are the years of a pain grown old,
Three since I lost a friend I loved most.
I wish it got easier with time. I still think about Tamara pretty much every day, but around her birthday and now, the anniversary of her death, she frequents my mind much more.
I wish I hadn't failed the promise I made her and myself, to not let my sadness take me over today, but I couldn't hold back the tears. I'm sorry, Tam, but you are just so terribly missed. I can only think of what the mother and the loving boyfriend you left behind you are going through today, and tha