About A Death
by Michael Doyle

Today, I watched a show about death
I have to admit, it took away my breath
As I try to write this bit of poetry
It's weird to think how much it's hitting me

It's hard to write with tears in my my eyes
I wonder how often my smile is a disguise
It seems that each death gets harder with the passing years
I hope that I get through this puddle of tears

Only yesterday, you were standing here
It felt certain that you'd always be near
Sometimes, it was hard to tell where each of us starts
You were the best part of my jaded heart

Looking back on our photographs and memories
It's easy to tell how much you meant to me
I wish that I had always told you
Now I'm lost here, wanting just to hold you

You had always said that I wasn't much for talking
Preferring instead the solitude of endlessly walking
Alone through the memories of our woods
Now I stand here alone where you once stood

Only yesterday, you were standing here
It felt certain that you'd always be near
Sometimes, it was hard to tell where each of us starts
You are the best part of my jaded heart

In this world that is our stage
Your words were the only words on my page
At least the only words with real meaning
In sum, you were my favorite human being

Traces of you will last in the anguish of my eternity
Alone without you, knowing how much you meant to me
As I stand in our woods staring into the abyss
Yours is the love that I will always miss

Only yesterday, you were standing here
It felt certain that you'd always be near
Sometimes, it was hard to tell where each of us starts
You were the best part of my jaded heart

(c) January 8, 2025   Michael Doyle
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