My only friend hates me. I wish I was with you. She even said because of my psych issues they would never have let me give you part of my liver. That I was all talk. How will I ever live that down? I won’t kill myself but there’s nothing left on this earth for me. You know how much I prayed for you, how I begged. You know everything.
If God were merciful,
it would be me in your stead.
Your GED study book lays
unopened on your bed.
Your mother prays over
Your beautiful mind and soul
part from earth evermore.
Thirty-four, you won’t grow old;
It’s not fair, but life seldom is.
Comforting you gave me some
purpose, now I’m empty.
You were so close to turning your
life around from the cliff that
you strayed too close.
Say hello to my mother for me.
I think this is one of my better ones.