I remember the day that you died
you took a part of me I will never have again
Not only were you my lover
you were my very best friend
We did everything together
our worlds were complete
We made each other happy
by dancing to our own heartbeats
When you told me you were sick
I thought you would be okay
I thought we would go together
but you went to heaven without me that day
You slipped away in your sleep
while I held your hand tight
I prayed for you to wake up
but you never did that night
I cried for hours when you left
I was scared to let you go
I laid by your side and whispered
all of the things I thought you needed to know
I told you that I loved you
more than I loved myself
I told you that you were all I ever wanted
I never wanted anyone else
I kissed your lips one last time
they were cold and a little gray
When they took you from the room wrapped in a sheet
I quickly got on my knees to pray
I asked God why you had to go
I wanted you to come back
but I realized that this is reality
there was nothing I could do about that
I sit here and think about that day
it still brings a tear to my eye
I look up at the stars at night
I see you shining in the sky
It wasn't my time to go yet
that is something I had to accept
I know that you're still by my side
your soul hasn't quite left me just yet

Swaying on the swing set in the warm summer breeze
I close my eyes and smile
I love days like these
Days at the park are priceless
I let my mind go free
I dance as the leaves make music
I run feeling the cold grass on my feet
I sit on the bench and watch others live their lives
I am in awe with what I see
There are no celebrities walking the red carpet
I see average people like you and me
I come to the park to escape the teenage life
whenever I'm here I feel like I am four again
No girl is judging me or my clothes
no guy is calling me a *****
As the sun touches my skin I feel a warmth that can only come from love
I think about the scars on my arms
I cry until I have had enough
I get up and I spin in circles again
with each circle I make a piece of my past falls off of me
and that moment becomes a brand new day

Another school year is underway. I thought a repost would be appropriate:


7:30am.
Pleasantly cool morning, a fresh cup of hot coffee sits on the glass top of the patio table.
School buses are rolling towards the high school a quarter of a mile away.
Others are walking  with their backpacks, heavily laden with enough material to prevent them from standing *****.
Some in groups, some in twos,
boy and girl in love, hands clasped together-
All like the animals heading towards the ark.
I wonder what they are thinking.  
Perhaps an exam to face, an unfinished essay due, the upcoming weekend.
Or, just wanting to-

"Make it through the Day."

copyright: richard riddle: February 19, 2015