you, my friend,
who struggles & fights,
you were there till the end
of that terrible night.
you gripped me and pulled me
and held me tight,
until i slept
beneath the morning light.
i felt the savor of sweetness on my lips,
and knew in the end
that i would not be missed.
when i came round
i saw the gun,
then the trail of pills
toward the morning sun.
i ran from the house
and looked behind
and tried to push you
from my mind.
i thought you were dead
i thought you were gone
without you,
i could not live on....
i ran to the house
to see you again,
and knew that you had died in pain....
