Denise

Your gone It pains me to think of you Two years later, Not all familar with the decomposing process You could be dust I could tell you that I miss you Or that your were and are a truly unique person Or that I cry when I went to the dance Soley to give money to your parents Paying the expesnes for you body to be shipped When they played "Graduation" they dedicated it to you And I cryed because you will never graduate And we could have been friends forever I cry every time I hear it And I associate it with your demise Or that sometimes I am scared when I know when  I found out I was shaking but no tears came I longed to call my best friend But she was in Lousianna at the time And called Angie, do you remember, my other best friend, me, you, and Angie In home ec, laughing, acting silly in seventh grade Always made sure we were in a group together I cry now, but not then I was shocked I couldnt believe but now I know But sometimes I woncder You were at Texas at the time And you moved there Or maybe since I moved, we lost touch I fill my mind with the times we spent Like when, we stayed after to inseam our dresses And I nearly missed the bus, you were on the campus We ran through the middle school halls Cause time flew You never walked into middle school the next year I remember the day I met you And vaguely our last moment I remember how we used to talk On the patio waiting for my late bus Or seldomly at lunch Playing poker for food and patches I am forgetting your laugh And your voice It scares me more than I can bare I missed you funeral, partly out of not knowing And thinking it was only held in Texas That'd you'd would be buried here But with your cousin there would be a service No one deserves to be with God more than you And thats where you are I can't fathom how anyone would kill you You had a spirit of no one elses mimmicking Your own mind Your memory lives in everyone you met Because in our small town, a thirteen year old girl died We knew her I remember my moms exact words, where I was the moment I found out, staring At your yearbook picture Turning on the news seeing them pull the sheet over you black hair Never would you laugh with me again Never once I moved would I call you to stay in touch Never would you make a joke, or laugh Never would be able to  to as a tv character describe 'have fruit punch, eggs, yawn or brush your hair' And now since you were young go to the prom, graduate, make a joke Marry, go to college or not Walk down the halls with me why we talk about our last middle school year How I was moving soon Never had the chance It doesnt make sense the way my heart hurts Someone I knew, was friends with Isn't here That my heart actually hurts while writing this but with everything I write about you I heal just a little And these are the times I remember you voice and your face I sitll can't find if they ever did kill or setance those two illegal bastard immigrants for killing you and your cousin murder Somone murdered you took your life into their hands And made it end This probally doesnt resemble a poem and I dont care I fully intend on going to your grave, but will end up bringing Candice, Angie, Katy and have them call teh ones who miss you most of all You can't ever breathe again, damn it it isn't fair you had so much potential Now there is a empty void in everyones heart that you left I talk about you openly and never cry But in the dark as I do this Salty tears form along my cheeks You would have had to be the few I keep in contact with considering most I know i do sometimes talk to I miss you so much I would walk to the end of this earth to hear your laugh and you see this all now Cause you have to be happy where you are Where you are there is no pain , you would go insane if you weren't Knowing what happend in the world you left Oh god Denise, I don't understand, I had to come up on my theories of everything Just to get by This could go on foever so Now I stop, you were lvoed, and no one will ever forget, maybe this poem will touch someone, and we can persucate your murders to the full extent of the law Goodbye my friend Denise Written March 3rd, 2002 © on Mar 02 2002 06:07 PM PST   18 • 0 • 1