Your cold presence
surrounds me...

As I sit to write this poem today
I do not even know where to begin...

To
judge...

Who is a person to judge me ?
when they do not know what is inside...

As I wipe the tears off of your face
and look at you as we embrace...

He was only ten years old
when she found his note one day...

She sits at the window
staring into space...

I saw a little boy
Just the other day...

Silent tears
streaming slowly...

We complain about having bills
But we never stop to think...

Have you ever felt you are falling
But you never hit the ground...

You passed away today
And I can only pray...