Yesterday, my friend Kyle had been dead for two months exactly. This is how I felt the day after it happened, and practically every day since. I still can't wash the mess away.

Washing Away

Awakening to loss,
Knowing that what happened is as true as the grass is green
Trying to block out the recurring thoughts that he is gone
Hoping that mentality won't plummet any further
For a new day, an equal to myself, has begun
Unaware, and raw in the eyes of judgment
A day when I'll sit in the back of my mind
And try to wash away yesterday's happenings.

Poetry by kata
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Written on 2009-07-23 at 19:33

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There is a quiet blessing in being able to put to words
feelings and thoughts resulting from personal loss. My deepest sympathies for your loss and thanks for your
kindness in sharing your poem.