your death taught me
far too young
the heavy legacy
carried by those
left in the wake
of suicide
I was more
than a little
in love with
your beautiful
cheekbones
could spend an
entire class
studying those elegant
hands
I sensed a kindred spirit
behind your tough girl cool
so protective of raw
vulnerability
I could feel
below your unruffled surface
I tried to reach out to you
after you lost him
to self-inflicted wounds
but my voice was
a mere whisper
in the hurricane
even after all these years
I am so very sorry
that I
that we
were not enough
to call you back
from the abyss
© 2017 Revised 2019 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved
Brave & Reckless 
The wake of suicide is wide and deep and rough.
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Christine Ray – A eulogy with enduring questions
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So much tragedy echoes through your words.
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I can definitely relate to this in that February this year I lost a friend of mine. Not to suicide but an illness that she was born with and had lost her fight against. I’m sorry you’ve lost a dear friend because I know a year later it must still be hard not having that person in your life anymore.
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