Nine pictures and a few videos
This is all I have left of you
On the day I had to see you go into the ground, I played back videos just to hear your voice
I wanted to hate you for your unfair choice
Everyday I opened your messages trying to find the right thing to say
As time passed I knew there was nothing I could do for you to stay
They told me you left with a smile on your face
They told me your off in a better place
I guess I depended on you just as much as you depended on me
Tell me now
Are you free?
Are you free from her ?
Are you free from them?
Are you free from me?
You were already gone by the time I decided I found the right words
I had no idea, it was a regular day waking up to the birds
All you ever asked was for me to do your hair
My heart is consuming me
I should have been there
Remember me as the friend you left on your birthday
Please forget me the way you left me
I will remember you as my friend who always cared
I will remember the moments I took for granted but that’s something we will forever share
Nine pictures and a few videos
Yes it is so
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Author:
Chicha (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 17th, 2020 09:57
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Wow that felt heartbreakingly true, when we look back we hope to have a few photos and videos too.
I have lost many friends before their time, thank you the words but sorry for what made you write them.
Much peace and respect
Always appreciated
Wow. Just wow. Its beautiful
Hola Narcisa ~ Buenas Tardes Gracias por tu Poema. It happens when a *Friend* dies ~ often all we have left is a few letters - videos & pictures. After Death we always try to think the best of the departed how ever positive or negative our relationship was with them ! You have exhibited this trait in your very moving poem ! Thanks for caring & sharing. Please check our site ~ Thanks !
Yours ANGELA & BRIAN 💛💛💛
What a wonderful emotion laden write, your words are so meaningful.
Andy
Reminds me of the Earth shattering day when my Dad died. Also I just happened to have a voice message he left me on one of the few times I missed his call. (I live on the east coast, he lived on the west coast and he never seemed to figure out the 3 hour difference. LOL) So I gave it to those in the family who wanted it and saved it in my phone. Only to lose it when I changed cell phones. Dammit! Now years later it seems all that's left are memories that fade into memories of memories if that makes any sense and pictures I still have. Oh yeah and like you the pamphlet of the funeral service too.
Thank You for the fine write Narcisa. Don
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