This is a serious poem written for a good friend of mine who committed suicide. |
Even though I haven't known you for very long, Just shy of two years, I still miss you so much, and I always enjoyed the time we'd spent together Because it always made everything So much more bearable. In the short time you were in my life, You changed it in a very big way. You always showed concern, And you were never afraid to ask about my day. You always had a knack for making me smile If my day wasn't going so hot. You always had a way to make it better By making it your top priority To make me laugh, or to make me smile. But where are you now, friend? You're not here now when I need you the most, Right when I need to smile. I'll never get a chance To see you again, to talk to you again, To laugh with you again. There will never be another day Brightened by your outgoing prescence. No one will ever hear you laugh again, And laughter is always the best medication, Which only makes this all the harder Since you no longer grace this world With your amazing personality. We'll never have another chance To discuss the Superbowl, and Have a debate concerning the Chiefs. I like Kansas City myself, But never got a chance to tell you that, friend. There's so much about you That I'll never know, And there's so much about me That you'll never know. Both will forever remain a mystery To each one of us. All I can do is take comfort in the thought That you still care, and you're Keeping a good eye on all of us. There's one more thing I never got to tell you Since you left so suddenly, But I'm not going to say goodbye. Goodbyes are much too final, And much too hard to say, Especially to a good friend like you, Andy. |