Dear Ben,

The butterflies in my stomach

Decided, to take a break

When the echoes of your name

Come knocking

Inside my head

Dear Ben

There are so many things

That I want to say

To you

Dear Ben

There are so many things

That we still kept on that bed

Twenty fifteen

And we booked a trip for two

I remember you asked

Will there be a place for me

To buy hair spray there

I laughed, and said

There will be plenty

Even if there's none

Would find it trendy

A flight for two

Not too far away

Just wanted to get some fresh air

And a new scenery

You got there

Jumped on the motorbike

And away we went like children

Filled our lone sweet drinks with liquor

Laughed away our pain

Went to the beach

You let me ride in peace

What are we having for breakfast

You asked one day

Poetry, I said

I never get why you like to write poetry

You said

And I never get why you like

To buy fancy stuff

You smiled, I smiled

And we decided to have

Fried rice and steak

Dear Ben

There are so many things

That I want to say

To you

Dear Ben

There are so many things

That we still kept on that bed

That was the last time I felt so free

No regrets in me

That we spend it exchanging secrets

Till late at three

Dear Ben

I have so many stories to tell

Dear Ben

I hope you're safe there

People say it's beautiful out there

I hope they are right

Because you deserve

The most amazing sight

Dear Ben

I promise I will get your name right

And be grateful for your fair fight

Dear Ben

Be at peace

Be at peace

My friend