Cin-digi Journal

We were sixteen when you had on your sundress Dancing avidly Now I watch you stub out your third cigarette  Through the smoke you can't see me.  Where along the way did I lose you To thorns of roses, to blunt snowflakes? You started reading Poe Vaping polluted cotton candy. And we spent the 17th summer in town I would drag you to the pond  Far behind the train tracks  I taught you how to smoke, and We laughed when you choked.  The 18th winter I moved out  Carrying your heavy words On that Sunday without a cloud That time you skipped church. Soon we were twenty In the middle of New York City I watch as you lie on the bathroom floor, half naked Breathing in lines Dreaming of hometown neon signs. The numbing warmth, flash over your eyes A camera shutter of your fifth birthday I was outside but you didn't call out And you passed without a sound. Twenty-five  A ring I never gave to you Cleaning out our apartment closet And found that sundress you wore. You...

     On the morning after the suicide  There was a bedsheet, stained pink There was blood and too loud of a cry The crimson dust, the rising sun.      Hello How have you been? It's been a while Since you last told me "We'd be together forever."     I probably didn't even notice  That you were missing that morning I probably didn't even notice That you were not recovering.     Too early for the sun but too late for the moon We hover over unfinished promises. Too late for your death yet too early for mine Although when you bled out on the bed A part of me was already decaying.     Now I'm halfway across the world While you're sleeping cold at home Out to enjoy my youth While yours stays unbothered. ***** . . . . . . . . . . Note: 22:08 ~ Quick poem. Dedicated to my friend Cherry.