She Is Gone, They Are Gone
SHE IS GONE, THEY ARE GONE
I am at a lost within myself and going out of my head.
No, I am not depressed or anything, I fully know what
depression is like for I had it a few times and I do not
see darkness, the old friend who went away for good.
My best friend, she is gone and the thought of never
seeing her again hit me, like a boulder knocking a part
of my mind that all memories of death just flooded me.
All these deaths this year that did not really hit me hard
to crumble, fall apart or be out of my mind are hitting me.
My niece, my brother and my mother in January and my
two cousins and aunt thousands of miles away in February,
in March and on May six, respectively and now my best friend.
All the deaths in my family in yesteryear just hit me, like
they were only yesterday or recently and I’m just going out
of my mind and thinking what my grandmother used to say,
“We don’t know when we are going to die, where and how”.
My best friend is gone, they are gone and I really don’t
understand why I feel so wistful at this time, was it because
I never grieved or never grieved long enough, getting over
them quickly and moving on for thinking death is a part of life?
Or is it because of the Corona Virus restricting us to see them
and spend time with them before they passed on giving us those
last precious moments of touching them, expressing our love
and saying our goodbyes that we are not even able to do at all.
Ahh… she is gone… they are gone… their time came… all right.
She is gone… they are gone… I am here… I will be all right!!!
6/3/21 All Yours (Jun 4) Poetry
Brian Strand
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