Letting go

It is not easy darling,

Pretending for you.

Not loving you because you tell me not to,

Not caring when I do.

It's hard

Having face after pretty face,

Try to erase yours.

Bottle-fulls of this fire,

Try to burnout despair

Works fine

Right until the moment,

I forget myself,

And call you.To hear

The concern in your voice,

The complaints

But no love.

It is not easy

Doing this,

Keeping my promises

I love you.

To a Friend

Dead.

All this time

Little insignificant peart of the universe.

Just another flower in the field.

No great mind, no great deeds.

Just a friendly heart and a smile.

No green turf

To lie lightly over you.

Did they bury you?

Did they burn,

That frail body?

I do not remember.

All I remember is that smile.

And that last goobye

In the evening.

And a funeral next morning.

And you.

Lying there,

Skin sickly grey

And bloodless lips

without the smile.

And stories fluttered around.

I waited.

Until the very last nail.

Then I had to believe,

A the little insignificant part of the universe

And a smile had died.

Life goes on now.

This is in remembrance of a friend I lost when we were 13. I still think of her. Not frequently. Yet it's still strange to think that I live and she doesn't. She was one of those Rare few who did deserve a life...