I wanted this poem to be named 10 reconsider poem's name every now and then. The reason why i would choose ten over again? In 10 minutes she was gone it took on average hours respond. days all takes for someone As naive as me find out That your day one officially gone. She with no doubt of my reach. Yes miss her But then remind myself some the hurtful Shallow sometimes painful Words say. No one else's words could affect much hers did. When tell people lost bestfriend years they give a empathetic look And whisper “im sorry youre loss.” them we just parted ways They throw side. Just like only days.