Eulogy for a Friend (revisited)

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

could spend an entire class

studying  your elegant hands

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 self-inflicted wounds

but my voice must have sounded

like a mere 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

 

 

 

 

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3 Comments »

  1. So much so, even not so young as a professional, the battles lost, and the question that never goes away of what might have made a difference, the question asked of ghosts who cannot answer.

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