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I currently have no title for this poem - it's about a close friend whom was taken too soon.

This feeling I hate to feel when you're not here,
But yet somehow I still know you're near.
That empty, lifeless body, it couldn't be yours,
But pale and lifeless was your corpse.

I'll never be able to see those beautiful green eyes,
Knowing this, all I want to do is cry.
I always joked about your perfect straight teeth,
You'll never see my non-brace face because you're now at peace.

I'll always miss those sunshiny days,
Especially when we'd talk and laugh outside in May.
I'll always remember those goofy laughs of yours,
It'd take me forever to stop laughing, that's for sure.

I'll always love you, as a friend;
And my love for you will never end.
Shredded pants and your wallet with a chain,
Soon it was my idea to gain.

I'd like to go back to that one Monday, to talk to you or at least see your smile,
That way I'll remember it forever more than awhile.

Without you here, I feel so lost.
After you left, I didn't dream, I tossed,
And turned wishing all of this wasn't true.
I still can't -- don't think I ever will -- handle being without you.

I'm going to miss that magnificent British accent,
I'll always miss hearing you talk, 100 percent.
I dream about talking to you every night,
When I see you smile and hear your voice, it's a breath-taking sight.

Nice.

Another poem of mine It is also about the good friend that passed.

While sitting in this room, surrounded by walls,
I hear everybody around me, laughing, talking, tapping.
I think of what life would be like with you still here,
Would I feel this emptiness I feel now, although I'm surrounded by so many?

I never thought it was possible to live life without you here,
It's so empty without your laugh, your smile, just you.
As the days go by, closer and closer to your passing anniversary,
I just want to disappear into nothingness.

It's so hard to begin to imagine that you're gone.... Forever.
I don't want to believe it, I can't and yet I still can't avoid it.
How does one get passed seeing a great friend, lifeless, in a casket?!
Just a week before, I was up at work and didn't follow my routine.

Why didn't I look back like I always did?
Why couldn't I Have seen you that one last time?
Even now I feel like it was just yesterday and you're still here.
I wish I could see, talk and laugh with you once again.

-- 20 Jan 2014, 22:30 --

Written January 20th, 2008:

Just five days ago, I thought everything was fine.
I believed that you were all mine.
But then I felt like something was wrong,
And I just felt like I didn't belong.

Our relationship ended within a blink of an eye,
I was relieved, but at the same time, I wanted to cry.
I thought you had the same feelings as I did for you,
But I guess you were unsure about that, too.

I was always worried about you breaking up with me,
But now, after all this time, I can finally see,
That you and I aren't meant to be.
We never had any communication, which was our only key.

I miss those morning when I would sit with you,
I thought you missed them, too.
I know I can do better than you,
Everybody, including you, knows it, too.

Your best friend said to move on the day before,
I thought about it, but in the end, I chose to ignore
What your mom and best friend wanted me to know,
Maybe the past 2 months was just a show?

This poetry is deeply personal, Cheryl, so much to me now as to you. I can't imagine my life without my three closest friends, the group of which I was born into. I can't write the sorrow I feel for you, not in the most complete way, but I can tell you that I know there is hope for him (I hope I'm correct in assuming on that point...), that I know he's not gone forever. I hope you've really found a way to live with the wound on your heart; I hope you find even the shadow of that love sometime soon; I hope you are there when he is born into the world again. Hang in there, Cheryl. If not the best way to capture your grief, words never being quite enough for that, these in your poems are, nonetheless, exquisite.

Thank you, one of the poems I wrote about him was actually handed out at his funeral, everybody loved it. I haven't written a poem in so long and when I type my poems to post them, I want to start writing again. I am so grateful I found this website. He passed away about 6 years ago, it was just hard because I think I might've loved him, but I couldn't tell him how I felt. I know I'll see him again.

I'm even gladder, then, for the time you had with him. I'm not much of a pessimist, so don't believe love is something to regret, no matter how painful or frustrating it may be. I look forward to seeing more of your work, Cheryl.