A poem I wrote on the grief of losing a loved one to suicide, a loved one who was difficult to live with. His life was a tragedy from the beginning... Grief seems simpler when the person's life was enjoyed and good moments were cherished, but what about when there is an absence of these things, what is there left to say? I am taken by my inability to long and pray for him. With everlasting love for my lost one, there is still painful silence... regret.