We hardly know each other
But I see it's inside of you
That lamenting sorrow for a lost life
Do you see it in me too?
Faces that haunt one another
Like our ghosts of the past
You are gaunt and I am helpless
To find the words that may last
You gasp between the silence
So for air I try to say
"I heard you're getting married"
"That'll be a nice day"
You nod in agreement with some sort of passive strife
Perhaps you'd rather have wanted
To be the blushing wife
We hardly knew each other
Because you were like me
Now you've arrived at death's door
And we are watching TV
There is something I watch now
That always plays inside my head
I can't turn it off now that you are dead
It's a recording of you on your wedding day
Wearing that gown of white
With a smile like the sun's rays
Now forever out of sight
It only fills my head with static
And makes me deeply saddened
Now I can't turn it off
Knowing it never happened
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Among Friends Like These...
PoetryMy poetry collection of my personal works centering around developmental relationships that change your very person-- be it good or bad, or a bit of both. This collection also involves themes of trauma such as loss, neglect and abuse.
