As I sit curled up
In an old wicker
chair,
Beneath an old shedding,
tree.
White eyelet and
lace,
Has replaced the all
black.
As I watch fall hued
leaves,
Drift into my
special place.
My thoughts drift
toward
You and this space
we once shared.
With you no longer
here
I feel nothing but
deep despair.
My heart is filled
with pain,
Without the touch of
your body
Tight against mine,
or simply
The feel of your
hand in mine
Time may heal this
pain that I feel,
But will it ever,
just once reveal
The reason why you
chose to end
Your life that to me
was so real.
This is for all of
us who has ever lost a friend or a friend of a friend through the taking of
their own life.
This is not where I
expected this picture to take me, as I began to write, but this is what flowed
out of my heart.
Love D. D.
©June 3, 2014
D. D.
Suzy Q. Stories Publishing
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