bizzovercoffee

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the coming

What does one feel when someone so loved gets lost? A friend shares her grief. I feel terrible as a result. But what would I not do for a friend? Including putting these words right into her mouth... I’m a crook, yeah. But I couldn’t help it... keeps making me remember. Remember dad...

each time you were in my house

you just sat in one place

you had a smile for each hour

each minute, each second

or almost...

almost.

i will miss that smile now

how i really will!

there are a lot of things

i needed to tell you

too many things

they wanted to say to you

you died, a best friend

of yours died

they sit in their pedestals

who made the deed

i know you are going

far, perhaps beyond

where my eyes can reach

perchance where even

my soul can't go

but somehow i am told a fiction

that i must let you go

even those that killed you

should just go as well

unaccosted. but why?

isn't there injustice there?

should there not be closure?

shall the killings continue?

who is going to stop

the grossness of it all?

who will alleviate my grief?

what peace will keep?

there is violence in the

smallest memory

of how they use many means

to take away someone else's breath.

something has to give

one thing or other has to happen

so these senselessnesses

will stop

really, really, stop.

then and only then

will i be able to say

of course you are going

but deep in my heart

you have but started

to arrive

in my life

in all our lives

afresh

so that this time

i'll see the flowers bloom

the clouds in the sky

the glint of sunlight on the trees

the truly different rain

in just a little more perfect light...

posted by: ezky at 18:53 | link | comments |