I can't believe it's happening
Someone's gone again
Someone that I thought about
Someone who was my friend

I haven't kept in touch
Let time and life speed by
We used sit and talk so much

A year ago today I held my pain inside
And kept my upper lip, they say, as firm as a raw hide.
I watched you struggle and cry and tell me you will die.

A flashing cursor here I come

I’m joining you again

I spill my wine and make some room and pull chair in vain

The keyboard plings and toes a curled, my mouth is puckered and ready

She’s a tiny little creature
Barely breathing in and out
Her skin is tight and wrinkled and her hair is full of drought.

Her eyes are closed and mouth is open
Searching for some help

There’s a window in my house and I don’t dare care it is there.

It’s a window high atop my house where everything seems fair.

It’s a window broad and open as clear as night and day.