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As I sat in the back seat 

I stare out the window and cry,thinking of the one who made me smile

Until I feel a cold touch on my cheek

Then I turn my head slowly towards my left side

To find nobody's sitting beside me

I turn my head back to the window to find another cold touch on My cheek

I turn my head once more to find nobody's there

Then I start to think......

Is it a figment of my imagination? Or am I just going crazy?

Then I am reminded that was the state my best friend lived and died in

It was when I got into that state I felt the touch that made me stop crying 

It's him,he's here with me in the car....

Even though you can't see him ik he's there

After a while the cold touch stops and happiness rushes through my body 

-to my dear friend Wesley 

May he Rest In Peace