- A poem about a conversation with her mom who...
Staring at the portrait on her wall...

What if...
you said your final goodbye...

Let me be your backbone,
keep you standing tall...

A crystal rose,
sparkling in the bright light...

Goodbye my love,
this is the end for us...

About to leave for a run,
shutting the door...

Don't kiss me goodbye,
let me go with nothing for me...

Walking along the river,
gathering her thoughts together...

Death in her eyes,
blood running through her veins...

Blank eyes, frown upon her gorgeous face,
incapable of feeling any pain, any emotion...

Eighteen feet up in the air,
looking at her moms nitch...

Found in her hand,
a crumpled up letter...