WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN
I lost a dear friend on the weekend. Sadie.
She choked on a sausage.
She had been on many psychiatric drugs that her reflexes were affected and she was unable to cough properly. Poor Sadie, she left behind a son of 9.
R.I.P. my Dear.
There are so many lost words
I wanted to use to display
my gratitude at your tenacious
grasp upon my friendship.
When I said I loved you I meant it.
You gave me support
it has been so long
I had forgot its meaning.
All I know is that it is a lot
easier to enter this life
than it is to leave and now
I know this, it is too late
to prosper from it.
TOO LONELY TO MAKE SENSE - AGELESS POETRY - DADA 