It’s been awhile,

Hasn’t it

My friend.

Your picture hangs on my wall,

Your name around my neck.

There is less pain

When we speak of you

And the dreams

Are peaceful conversations,

More like you were in life.

I no longer draw

Into myself

When people talk of

Suicide

Or want to know about you.

But sometimes at night

The agony rushes back

And I turn to you,

Pouring out my heart

To your memory.

You are my guardian angel,

In reality,

Not life.

You listen even now,

From heaven.

I am learning to let you go,

But never completely,

Never forever.

The ripples of your choice

Have shown me

The dire consequences

Of my insanity

And now

That part of you

Is part of me.

It’s been awhile,

Hasn’t it,

My friend,

And I want you to know

Just how much

I miss you.