T Nation

Me, Me, Me - a Poem

Me, me, me

The loss of a dear friend,
However ill she be -
Does not come easier,
Reconciled by me.

Merciful end of pain,
Spark of life set free.
I was there at the end,
Her eyes watching me.

Memories are poignant -
Dead don’t care for these.
Nothing else has she left,
Except for me.