Her

You meet her.

She is different, yet exquisite,

And nothing like a person could imagine in another,

And you talk for another visit.

 

You know her.

She is your best friend.

Wild, compassionate, 

And you never want the conversations to end.

 

You lose her,

To a vicious internal battle,

In which she confides her fears.

That to a place she'll go, in a shuttle.

 

You fight for her,

To keep going strong,

And care for her,

When the emotional breakdowns are long.

 

You relax with her,

"Knowing" all's well,

That's she's okay now, you think.

But her mind may still be in hell.

 

You see her,

And feel like a sorrower,

As she is so close and so far,

And you take a step closer.

 

You walk to her,

And can see her eyes,

Oh, how beautiful,

Gleaming like stars in the sky.

 

You get closer to her,

And tears roll fast,

Down your cheek.

Why couldn't the good days last?

 

You are next to her, 

And you look at her face.

Gloom overwhelms as you force yourself

To cut to the chase.

 

You stay with her,

And hold her hand.

You choke up,

As you try to speak for this end.

 

You are with her,

As you say what's true,

Because you're at her funeral,

And end with a final goodbye, "I love you".

 

This poem is about: 
My community
Our world

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