i remember the little things about you.
the smell of your perfume,
and the sound of your heels.
whenever i hear heels clicking,
i anticipate you being there.
i talk to the stars,
in hopes that you'll hear me.
i write you letters,
there's 36.
every month that you've been gone,
i've written you one.
i'm mad at you.
and i'm sad for you.
i watched you change,
in four months.
your addiction took you out.
i watched you lose yourself,
lose the things you loved.
i watched you give up everything,
for a high.
i can't help but feel guilty,
because i feel relieved.
you we're already gone,
but still breathing.
and here,
still holding on.
YOU ARE READING
To My Friend
PoetryThis is a compilation of poems i've written while grieving my friends death. Grieve never goes away, you just learn to live with that hole in your heart.
