As for me?
What is there to say?
I don't feel like I have the right to grieve.
She was a friend I hadn't spoken to in years.
It was just too awkward.
But Gosh, I thought she was cool.
And smart.
And beautiful.
As we all do, at some point,
I regret not talking to her more.
I regret the chance to have a relationship with her
A strong friendship,
Is over.
What I've learned is
I love with my whole heart.
Apparently always.
Even after I disappear from sight.
And my heart is broken
For her family.
And for her.
And for her closer friends.
What a special person.
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A Year In Poetry
PoetryHappy 2020! I will be putting one whole year of poems in this book. We'll all see what happens! A lot of the poetry I write is to help me understand the world around me. One day it might be a love poem, the next it might be about chicken nuggets. Fo...
