Gone

by H. Elizabeth   Sep 26, 2010


I hide under my covers,
cradling my knees to my chest,
holding my self tight,
"you're actually gone"
i cry for the hundredth time.
i start to sob again,
the tears coming quicker.
"what am i supposed to do without you?"
i whisper over and over.
"he's gone he's gone he's gone"
forever lost, forever gone.

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  • 14 years ago

    by H. Elizabeth

    Thanks. i realize now that it shouldve been about my piano teacher who died from cancer a few years ago...but Gone is how ive felt about one of my best friends before. [[the good thing is that we're friends again]]

  • 14 years ago

    by christina

    This is really meaningful.it's something i've definitely dealt with