This isn't a poem... It is a letter to a friend who died. I just wanted to post it.
Dear Billy,
I found out yesterday that you had died. I couldn't believe what my mom was saying to me. The words she spoke seemed unreal and hazy. I sat in the truck just thinking ... how could you be gone? It's not meant to be this way. You are supposed to finish college and do good with your life. You are too young to die.
Okay, I get it! I've woken up to reality. You can come back now... Please... I get it Billy ... I understand the seriousness... Just come back and everything will change. I promise. I just need you to be on my side and come back home. It's not supposed to be this way. We need you. I need you. How could God take you away from us like this!?! How could he? I need some answers... someone... Why does God need you? Doesn't he know that we need you too? I understand that God only wants the best and he got the best. But I wish he could have left you alone. You didn't do anything wrong. It wasn't your fault.
I just wish that for one minute I could see you and hold you in my arms and tell you how much you mean to me and how much I love you. I'd tell you everything I've ever needed to say to you but never got the chance. I would give you one last hug and kiss your cheek... Then I would have to tell you good bye... Which would be the 2 hardest words I'd ever have to say... Well.. I'll try... Good Bye my sweet dear Billy. I love you. Hun.. Good bye.
