I was beckoned to hear the news
On that normal day
And I was torn from my life
When I heard what she had to say
"It's terminal" they said
When I thought you were just stressed
I thought that you were hiding
Or taking a quiet rest.
"She'll be back" I thought
When she's good and ready
And when her world comes crashing down
My arms will keep her steady.
But they told me you were sleeping
They said you might be able to hear
The things I tried to tell you
And the memories I hold so dear.
I begged your eyes to open,
I willed you to squeeze my hand
But all of you had faded
I just couldn't understand
I knew you were in there somewhere
Fighting so hard to come back
But the evil had taken hold of you
And possessed what I now lack.
Your pretty face had hollowed
Your bones protruded your skin
But I never failed to notice
Your beauty still within.
It's in the eye of the beholder
And yours was not skin deep
And that is why I'm grateful
For the memories I can keep.
That doesn't make this easier
And it's certainly not enough
I'm trying so hard to channel you
So that you can keep me tough.
You named me your soulmate
And I named you mine
But now my soul has been torn apart
And I'm begging for more time.
You'll never see me marry
And my children you'll never mither
But the saddest part of all of this
Is I'll never see yours either.
I'll never see that purple heart
Or those little dancers
And forever more I'll search and search
And never receive the answers.
I'll never find the sense in this
There'll never be a worthy reason
And everyday I'll think of you
For every second of every season
We'll never share our clothes again
Or more memories for us to treasure
And the depth to which this pains me
Is impossible to measure
Your humour was dark and twisted
Though always quick and witty
But your heart was always full of love
Even when things weren't so pretty.
You were one in a million
A cliche, yet so apt
And it's cruel to think that life goes on
And people will adapt.
Why is that the way things work?
Why is that tradition?
When hearts are breaking and lives are ruined,
As we fail at this transition.
Why does the rain still fall from the sky?
Why does the earth keep turning?
When our world has been destroyed
And all that's left is yearning.
I wrote this poem during the first week after my best friend passed away. It was cancer that took her, a brain tumour to be precise, and she was twenty-two years old. She didn't see a doctor for her headaches until it was too late, and I assumed that her headaches were caused by stress and emotional turmoil from a recent break up. There were four weeks between her diagnosis and death, and these were spent in a coma. I am sharing this to remind people that nothing is permanent or guaranteed and if you love someone, make sure they know. Thank you for reading this far, and I hope that I have been able to help you in some way, as you have helped me.
About the Creator
Sophia Merici
Opening the door to my mind and hoping to help people along the way.
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