TRAGIC Poem: In Memoriam of a Premature Friendship, by Cecilia Garcia Luengas

You took half of our memories, our stories.
You left, and the void grew… and grew, and grew.
I miss being someone, a friend, to you.
I miss the inside jokes, the love I knew.

And I miss you. I will always miss you.
Because the person I met in first grade
No longer exists. Time caused her to fade.
Now, I am no more than a blurry shade,
But m’love remained as from the other we strayed.

Distance, miscommunication—a blade—
Sharp, inevitable, and misunderstood.
Did we not do everything we could?
I mourn our friendship, our faulty childhood.

Echoes of your resentment may or should
haunt my days, but I will let them. I’ll sink
and soak. I’ll let it drown me as I think
about the torn up pages and smudged ink
that rusts our decaying chain’s early link.

Let me feel it all at once—purge the thought
Let the wound finally sting, bleed, and clot
Let my selfish conscience unload—the knot
in my throat untangle. The bond I sought

‘S-no more. Ne’er was. May’t rest, as it once fought.