comfort in grieving
even the strong have their off days
and the weak their days of glory.
this is a tale of such a day,
and how i'll start my story.
it all started when a friend of mine,
the strongest of them all,
decided that she had to run,
not listening to the call
of someone else who loves her,
who can't see her leave.
the thought of our friend going away
tends to make her grieve.
something happened along the way
that had her come to me.
our friend said "you're the one
who can make her happy."
and then she just disappeared,
saying later, she'd be back.
afterward i found myself
picking up her slack.
and that's when she spoke,
she said "i can't breathe;
i can't live without her,
without her, i can't be."
i did not know what to do
except for just be there,
i didn't know what there was to do
but just showing that i care.
right now as i think about
what happened just then,
i see things just..normal,
as if it hadn't been.
but things aren't that easy,
the pain just doesn't leave..
so until our friend returns,
i have to watch her grieve...
- ©landa 2002
Sunday, Aug. 11, 2002 - 5:56 pm