Silence Kills

While standing in December wind
I find myself at war within.

Remembering when we were kids
and how you’d chase me for a kiss.
Digging meaningless holes in sand;
eager attempts to hold my hand.

Then two years later roles reversed.
One after that I knew your worth.
In high school gazing from afar;
witnessed you transform to a star.

The day you lost your purity,
the thought could not stop hurting me.
And when I heard “you got around”
my heart submerged deep in the ground.

You never got to graduate,
for stardom was the choice you made.
Was haunted by tormenting news
about the different drugs you used.

December third I sat and cried,
for on that day I heard you died.
Your funeral was quite the show
of people that I did not know.

So here I stand just wondering
if I could have done anything.
And If I had another chance
I’d let you in and hold your hand.