Gone Poem by Lisa Knipe

Gone

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I wish that I could talk to you,
and tell you how I feel.
I wish that this never happened,
because I still cannot seem to deal.

We were best friends forever,
Betty and Wilma is what they said,
but how does that duo continue,
if half of the whole is dead?

Who is supposed to laugh with me,
at all of our little jokes?
Who is supposed to cry with me,
at all of my broken hopes?

Who is supposed to understand,
all of my ups and downs?
Who is supposed to know,
when to leave or stick around?

I will always remember you,
and the good times that we had.
So rest in peace forever,
and be happy don't be sad.

Be happy cause I will see you,
when it's my time to go.
As I place a flower on your grave,
a reminder to let you know.

Thursday, March 16, 2006
Topic(s) of this poem: lost
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