End Of A Friendship
I am standing...looking...staringStanding...looking...staring
At the coffin.
Beautiful yellow and red flowers cut from life
Surround it,
Dying flowers given to the dead.
All I wanted was a hug, a kind word.
A question that was not really a question...
A soft word of advice:
"What do you think?"
Instead...
These soft words became hard
And something went wrong,
Teriibly, terribly wrong:
The words...the fighting...and finaly the death.
Hope in the hopeless,
Something never to come.
Standing here staring at your coffin,
I wonder if I really saw you,
saw you at all?
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