Poetry Collection

A Friend Gone

I was waiting, heart beating

Kneeling, tears streaming.

Not knowing.

Still caring.

Where is he?!

Clutching at straws.

Grasping for hope.

I didn't know,

If what I did was right or

If what I chose was wrong.

I didn't know if he was still alive.

Was my heart racing more quickly

To make up for his stillness?

Waiting. Biding. Praying. Crying.

Where is he?

This poem... I'll be honest, it was a hard one to write. This is more or less what I was thinking and feeling when one of my very best friends ran away from home. The next morning, the police in his area contacted me because I was the last person who had been contacted according to his phone. He was safe, but had been hospitalized. And now, by the grace of God, he's alive and well and I still get to speak with him every day. -J.A.