A year ago, I lost a friend. It wasn't a silent parting of just being pulled apart by college, it was a slow and painful and violent falling-out. We had been friends for two years, which was basically for the entirety of my Senior High School experience. Yet, she meant so much to me that I grieved her for months. These poems are what I wrote about her and during those months of moving on.
And Tisha, if you're reading this...
I still think of you, and I don't think I'll ever stop.
It’s the way you helped pull me up from the void of rock bottom that truly saved me
Not the guidance office
Not the hypocritical preachers that spew poisonous hatred
It’s you
A bat flapped its wings in the dead of night
And in the morning, a light breeze
Pushed me away from the ledge
That was all I needed
And the night was now empty
Not a single bat left to flap their wings
I look up at starless evenings
Sunless days
And wait for some other gust of wind
You're still the one thing that saved me
But what now?
When you left, you took a whole library of words with you
And I was left unfamiliar with them
Unable to arrange them the same way
My sorrow weighs down on paper
Stains it like a puddle
And leaves it crumbling into a dark void
That is all I am left with
I had no words
Because I had used all the best ones to write you an elegy