to a dear friend who is not around
new start for a bruised soul
she died and now we must follow
the days to the next encounter.
beware of my sickness, my torment,
my word. friend, let me see
your face again
friend,
the only one in this world
who makes me feel i am not alone
be there when death crossed my path
friend, be there when i'm gone.
This poem was written by Eliza Simon on Oct 07, 2007.
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