queer-with-a-pen

almosts



i remember the day
after you died
how the voice over the
intercom was choked with tears
and my heart caught in my throat

you were only a year
older than i was
and your soul was already
too big for your body

i immortalized you in ink
on my right shoulder
it almost made your parents cry
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i remember the day
i was told that you had died
taken your own life
and the sun had yet to rise

it felt fitting
no bright light to
disturb the tears that fell from
my eyes and into my hands

and i think about you sometimes
like the smile you always shared
how easily you laughed
how that could have been me
that could have been me
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i remember the day
that i read about how you had died
taken your own life
older than me but still too young

i never met you
but you found a place in my heart
and that spot still aches
sitting on my carpet
and sobbing until i gagged

it’s been a year
or maybe two
can’t say for sure but
i still think i see you
almost gotten off the bus before
and isn’t that something?
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we were all just kids
if only for a moment
all growing in our own ways
and then you all just
stopped

i cried for you first
and then both of you
and i cried for myself

that could have been me
that could have been me
that could have been me

Comments3

  • LAWLESS

    A genuinely sad, heartfelt write. Suicide has deep effects on so many people that are left in its aftermath.

  • LAWLESS

    Nick is living for the future now; he has an art studio in our old office. We all need to find our own direction, he’s getting there. There’s always light behind his eyes.

    Thanks again for being you.

  • yellowrose

    I'm sorry . It's so sad . But you expressed yourself well here



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