A poem about reaching out and losing friends and not coping with it.

Lying next to each other,

No one like the other,

A gentle touch of your arm,

My tears of red fall on blind eyes.

I reached out,

I thought it was going to last,

This time, it went so fast,

Now here I sit, with the emptiness consuming me.

Where ever you go,

I will never be able to forget you,

You say it’s not awkward,

Yet I can’t say a single word to you.

The feeling of your touch,

Now a distant memory, gone,

Gone, leaving me behind,

For me to pick up my shattered pieces.

I wallow and wallow,

I sink deeper and deeper,

Each day it feels nearer,

Each day I wallow, my life soon to follow…

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