Amy, can you hear Our cries in pain and mournful tears? That dropeth into seas of sorrow, Never knowing what might happen tomorrow Am, how can this be true? How could you dare to leave so soon? With so much waiting around the corner, Now all that's there is a procession of mourners We hand our heads as tears drop away, Now that there's nothing left to say How I wish this was all a dream Maybe now you realize you meant more than it seemed.
Reason for writing:
This poem is about Amy, my best friend, who committed suicide
in December of 1997. It was written the first day back in
school after it happened. I put a copy of it in her locker,
which was one of the hardest things I ever had to do.
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