November

To: Bunk, I miss you!!

A salty tear
drips down her face
her eyes drop to the ground.

She opens her mouth
to let out a cry
but cannot make out a sound.

She stands still
in disbelief
there's no way it can be true.

Her heart sinks
he can't be gone
this is not something he would do.

Her feet start moving
one after the other
with no voluntary action.

And before she can think
or rationalize
she's running with some sort of passion.

She breathes in the crisp air
hard and fast
not slowing down her pace.

She trys not to blink
or close her eyes
when she does she sees his face.

She tries to concentrate
on the world passing by
she feels so out of place.

She knows sooner or later
she'll have to give up
she cannot win this race.

The heartbreak will find her
no matter how far
she can't outrun the pain.

As she looks up
to the heavens above
ironic, it's starting to rain.

Her tears now pouring
because she can't help
blaming herself for his demise.

So she prays to God
to help her understand
why he took his life that night.

****This poem is true. It's about when I found out one of my best friends killed himself. It was horrible!! And I still miss him very much!!