If any of my friends died
I don’t think I could handle it
the pain would be
too much
I would drown in grief
my tears would never stop flowing
my heart would shatter
and there would be no fixing or mending
no amount of stitching
or patchwork
could ever fix my broken heart
I’d never live again
I would simply wander aimlessly
like a broken shadow
my soul would disappear
trying to escape all of the pain
my bones would barely
support my weight
and all of the kings horses and all of the kings men
couldn’t put me back together again
no amount of comfort
or sweet kind words would ever gain my genuine smile
nor any amount of funny wordplay and silly jokes
would ever bring back my laughter
I would be hollow and empty
because my friends are my family
and I have given each and every one of them a piece of my soul
a piece of my heart
and all of my trust
and losing even just one
is like losing a piece of myself
and without that piece I would be lost