November 25th

The saddest day of the year...

November 25th

On the day you died,

I didn't know.

I pulled my curtains,

shades too low.

I blocked the sun.

Don't come in.

I let the guilt conquer,

let it begin.

You found yourself in song,

lyrics obscure.

I lost myself somewhere

without a cure.

I never found a way back,

though I tried

and five years ago today,

you died.

I never forgot you,

not truly,

but I will never forgive

how cruelly

you dropped out of my life.

Poets say death is a shark

waiting,

and they’re right.

@Copyright, G.C. Seguin 2018

Author's Note

It can come at any time and it doesn't pick favorites. I became painfully aware of that.

Reviews

[Gee]

Death is always sad but death by ones own hand, well, who knows what goes on in others minds.
Really like the way this is written, a tinge of jealousy :)

[Iam-me]

To lose yourself in deep thought and creativity can send anyone mad. And many a great artist has become to that one.