Didn't want you to go
You wouldn't take no
I reasoned and wept
But you were too spent.
As His blade danced
You were entranced
Didn't see your last stand
But you took His hand.
Death kissed your face
But He won't wipe away your tears.
So pale and cold
So young and old
I'm not sure I see you anymore.
I know what it means to be gone.
One spark in one heart
But yours will never start.
Many laughs at bad jokes
Now silence muffles what you spoke.
If I saw your pain
I wouldn't refrain
From getting closer to you.
But Death beat me to you.
But no point in regret
I need to forget
The flaws I found irritating,
Nothing is worse
Than this curse
Of part of my life being missing.
Death kissed your face
But I always wiped away your tears.
So pale and cold
So young and old
I get what it's like to be gone.
I never want to be gone
I understand what it means
To be gone.
3rd December 2017
This poem is about losing a close friend to suicide, and realising after that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with them. I didn't hold back on the content of this (event though I was tired at around 2:30am and had only headed off to bed around 2am due to being kept up for a family chat.)
Since I mulled over the idea long before getting a chance to write, I decided to not only make a start on it when I got the chance, but didn't put off writing the rest until the next morning. Instead I typed it all out on my phone, edited some of it so it all followed the same rhythm and then went to sleep.
I don't regret writing this at all as I haven't written something with a non-cliche title or meaning in a while.
I hope you appreciate this work as much as I do <3