Tell me some of the things you know on the other side of the wall so great I will never be able to climb its bricks. I wonder if it is all they make it out to be. I can call you to make it easier, but I know you probably will not pick up. Tell me, is it better here or there? I have certainly thought about joining you.
Striking something inside of me I ran from immediately. I needed to sleep off the thought of your absence for a long while. Dreams slipping in the rain covered roads just as the cars did colliding behind me while driving home. My apologies to those who witnessed the near shedding of tears, but I feel uncomfortable showing my emotions.
You left quickly, midterm, revealing how great you despaired. I remember the things you told me, and I will never forget them. Encouragement to progress, encouragement to persevere. Knowledge of yourself and those around you, knowledge of the things we read. I watched you that day understanding your grief, wishing I could help but knowing I could not.
Here is my goodbye to the lost. I know you are finally truly found, friend, peeking at the words I write, a little too impacted by the day’s events to really communicate what I would like to.
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