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Eulogy

Melancholy drops trickled down my face And I breathed in the cold atmosphere... My colder hands gripped onto the handle And I vainly tried to shield myself from the gloomy night Under a printed myriad of shimmering stars, But I continued to count the days that had passed by Since I’ve lost a good friend. I find comfort in the rain that runs down my cheeks In place of the tears that I could no longer cry, Having wasted them on people that were less of my time So I’ve built up these steel walls And galvanized them by feigning indifference. Only if I had known the misery he was going through I would’ve been kinder despite the resentment of my friends But they’re more persuasive than I could ever admit, And I almost let myself believe he had deserved all that had happened, Yet my guilty conscious had pulled me back to my senses. And I know my friends had it entirely wrong. It wasn’t right for them to assume who he was- Only he knew he was really was And what he was going through. I continue to count the days that had passed by Since I gazed upon the empty seat that once sat a good friend And I could only imagine what it would be like To be transferred to an institution of cold discipline. I had never known the full story Yet all I knew that I was no longer in his presence That was all I needed to know. It’s taking longer to silence that painful last exchange Than the time we spent together in our short-lived friendship, And I have lived with the possibility That he might’ve never seen us as friends at all, But it still hurts to know what the world had put him through. From under the printed myriad of shimmering stars, I let the umbrella touch the ground, No longer wishing to shield myself from the melancholy rain.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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