The Birthday of Things We Didn'T Say
I didn't say, "Don't do it," but I never knew it was on your mind.
I didn't say, "Things will be OK, even though the world is not often kind,"
and I never said, "What's the matter? What has gotten you to feel this way?"
Now you're gone and all I'm left with are the things I didn't say.
I didn't say, "I'm here for you." I always thought that was understood.
With every thing that we'd been through,
why wouldn't I be there for you like I should?
I never said life was easy. No one could ever make such a claim.
Now the things we didn't say haunt the better part of our days.
Now mostly sad memories of you remain.
Ironically now I must ask you this and I don't mean it to sound like a joke
but, could it have killed you to take a few more extra moments
and maybe leave your loved ones a note?
You left too many questions unanswered. You left your loved ones heartbroken,
lost in total dismay.
Your last day will now and always be remembered as such,
The Birthday of Things We Didn't Say.
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My good friend Sonny did not naturally die.
My good friend Sonny committed suicide.
I don't judge such choices made by others anymore.
It's an individual's unalienable right to choose how to exit life's door.
What they don't have the right to do is to leave unfinished business behind.
It's their loved ones who suffer afterward struggling to find peace of mind.
One moment you were with us all and everything seemed fine.
Next you were found hanging from your ceiling wearing a neck tie of twine.
I'm not saying this lightly Sonny, that was no way to say good bye.
It's very sad but true, I rarely have fond memories of you.
I only remember how you chose to die,
and I'll never stop asking "Why?"
Copyright © Billy Thekidster | Year Posted 2009
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