Have you any clue what it is to watch the sun fade to black; to feel your heart descend, like rain from the sky?
Do you know what it's like to feel your soul scream as your eyes dim forever from staring at a blank wall?
Can you sympathize with an emptiness that slowly eats away at your mind? Or waiting, in vain, to see that face at your doorstep to tell you its all right?
I know what it is to scream and cry into the open air, only to hear your own pathetic echo as a reply.
I understand what it feels like when a cup of coffee can break you down and letters and pictures become your most treasured possessions.
I've written that letter that I can never mail and called that number to hear that voice a thousand times. Forgetting, somehow, that its silent forever.
"Friends forever" isn't much of a comfort when you're so far away, not even my pain can reach you. God knows I've tried.
A black casket and some daisies on a mockingly bright June day . . . and this is supposed to be good-bye?
No one should feel this way. Especially not twice.
I'm so afraid.
BKW
1979 - 1996
