Kyle (Mrs. Bodners Poem)

“There is no one to blame No one to blame. . .” I used to; sometimes I still do, Whisper these words over and over On nights like this endless eve Telling myself, telling myself The night is silent and still Like the moon and the stars The very heavens are quiet tonight Quiet like his soul through these leaves Do they know? The stars I mean Do they know of the chasm across my heart? Can they see the rent through my soul? And do the stars Do you cry out at night in frustration, horrible sadness? Do you scream out your soul? Because my friend, her son is dead tonight Do you hear me do you care? That his mother sits alone Crooning softly holding his empty shirt Like she holds the memories Of his smiling face His laughter Does any of this matter to you As you sit there gazing down at me, at her, at us? And when his light vanished from our lives Did you notice? Did you notice his light missing from the universe? Did you feel it like I do, like she does, we do Like his mother does, always will Like emptiness inside her womb The sudden and irrevocable gulf inside our lives Did you feel the hole My friend, her son His life Left behind There is no one to blame no one For the death of my friend So why do I blame myself? Why do you? Why do you wonder once more all over again? What more you could have done Why do I? I know why, I know, I do I do I love my friend I miss you She does, we do