Your death taught me
at far too young an age
the legacy left behind for survivors
of suicide
I was more than a little in love
with your beautiful cheekbones
I could spend an entire class
studying your elegant hands
I felt that you were a kindred spirit
always outwardly so strong,
so cool
so remote
so protective of the vulnerability
that I could sense
below your surface
I tried to reach out to you
after you lost him
to the self-inflicted wounds
but my voice must have sounded
like a whisper
in a hurricane
Even after all these years
I am so very sorry
that we were not enough
to call you back from the abyss
© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved
Brave & Reckless 
One of my closest friends lost someone recently to suicide. She’s been beating herself up for failing to save him. She’s seeing a therapist now, and I hope that gives her some semblance of understanding, and peace.
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As you and I know, sometimes asking for help is the hardest thing in the world to do.
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I felt every word of this. Thank you.
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It was many, many years ago but it is a loss than has lingered.
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This I read once and feel is so true,
” you never really stop missing someone, you just learn to live around the huge gaping hole of their absence”.
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A friend of mine recently wrote poem asking if loss fades or if we just learn to make friends with it. This thought is still percolating in my head.
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This hit me right in the gut. Beautiful.
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Thank you
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Touchy one!! Great job.
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Thank you.
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