If I can not be the wind or the rain that makes the flowers grow
then let me be the stars that light up your way
If I can not be the sugar in your mouth,
then let me be the spice that keeps you going.
If I can not be your poetry, then let me tell
your story and you shall live forever in my memory.
It saddens me to look at you now
your dark side left you living in a cave
an empty shell of the former you I used to know.
Your eyes has this permanent glaze that refuses
to focus on people that cares about you deeply.
It hurts me that you haven’t spoken in years.
You sit there in silence, most of the time you
blend in with the wall.You are right there but
you are missing.
It breaks my heart that I wasn’t there to help you.
figure things out about your illness until it was too late.
I am so sorry, I do not know how else to get through you.
You seem very far away and was gone a long time ago even before
we recognized the symptoms.
Over a cup of coffee 