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June 4, 2019 | by  | in Arts Poetry |
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Your silent cries left unheard

Your silent cries left unheard

As you trudged your way through

The trenches of self, disturbed  

Fighting a losing battle

Against a foe only you know

 

Your decision was irreparable

The pain inconceivable

To lose a friend so irreplaceable

 

A friend checks in

A friend is a friend

So to you

Whom I miss so dearly

I wish I had done more

As being your friend

Was never a chore

 

I should have seen

Irrelevant the pain you deemed

I could have tried and filled

The voids in your esteem

I would have intervened

 

The lies I tell

The smiles I compel

To keep your memory here

One last embrace

One last trace

To keep your memory here

The guilt I hold near

The fear I hold dear

To keep your memory here

 

Just to keep your memory here

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