When I heard a young teenage girl died;
I never thought it would be you.
I came home and asked my mom, who it was that died.
She wasn't going to tell me,
but then she said your name.
I didn't know how to act,
I ran to the bathroom and cried.
We were born a couple days apart.
And our moms always compared us.
But now they can't.
We always laughed when they compared us,
and talked about us.
Then, when I went to your wake,
I finally realized you were gone.
And we would be compared no more.
Your grandma cried on my shoulder,
and I could feel her pain.
Your mom had trouble giving birth to you,
and was so happy when she got you.
But last October you walked in the driveway
and dropped dead, only 14 years old.
You had a heart condition, no one would have found.
They tried for hours to revive you,
but didn't succeed.
Now, you will be on my mind always.
We were compared all our lives,
and we won't be compared anymore.
I miss you, Nicole!
