Jen

I lost my best friend when we were both just 17 years old. Though many years have passed, her memory remains

I thought of you today

But that’s nothing new

I thought of you yesterday too

And every day before that

You live in my mind

You live in my soul

You’re the landlord of my heart

I long for your touch

I long for the words you never spoke

As I stare at your beautiful picture

And speak to myself

Words never spoken to you

Words that remain in the air

Like condensation

The fog rolls through

Like a wall of doubt

A wall of questions

With nary an answer

So I stare at your face

And talk to you

But you can’t hear me

And I’m not sure you’re listening

But talk is all I can do

For words once left unspoken

Now flow like fine wine

Words that should have flowed

Like a river running its course

But all that is left

Is a face and a name

And I stare at it seamlessly

As if hoping for change

Hoping that behind this wall of granite

Under these layers of sod

Are the answers I yearn for

And yet cannot find

Walk away as I may

With my back to your place

I ask myself why

And what it all means

Because 17 is too young

For this to be where you lie

But I’ve lived a full life

And given it my all

Never forgetting

Why I am here

Reviews

[redflutterby]

This is sweet and moving. You perfectly expressed all the feelings and thoughts we have for a loved one after they pass on. And while the years may soften our grief I think our realization of what we've lost only increases. Wonderful poem.