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Goodbye my friend

 

July 31st.

Marks the day

When you looked at me in this way

I knew something was really wrong

You said in disbelief “Rob was gone”

I listened to the words you said

They played over a hundred times in my head

I remember looking at you

Your heart was breaking and mine was too

It was such a sad night

All of us thinking, God had no right

How did this happen and why

Please let it be a cruel joke or lie

It didn’t seem right Rob being gone and us still here

We cried so much, I thought I couldn’t shed another tear

I know you think about him on many nights

Hold in your tears with all your might

You feel the pain and start to cry

Then sit alone and wonder why

I wish I could make the pain go away

I wish I could have made him stay

His face so sweet and heart so sincere

How I know you crave to have him near

Sometimes in my dreams I see him there

When he looks at me he’s says “life isn’t always fair”

“He said he was chosen for God’s special garden

His hand picked bouquet

He really needed me that’s why I couldn’t stay”

Some people say angels are sent from above

You’ll always have an angel, Rob whose heart was filled with love

I miss him more each and everyday

He was an exceptional man, what can I say

He loved and was loved by many hearts

That’s where he lives now, we're never far apart

If there’s one thing we all learned the night Rob went to rest

The reason god took him is, He only takes the best

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  • Lyndon gold member
    June 6, 2008

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    One line 'His hand picked bouquet '

    vaguely attaches to the prompt in this poem of outpouring that would, undoubtedly, fare well in a different contest.
    Lyndon of the Winklings.


  • Beauty.From.Pain
    February 6, 2008

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    I almost cried. A friend of mine is going through something like this and I .. I ache for her in ways she can't possibly know and this poem just reminded me of her pain. Very well written.


  • im only half empty
    January 22, 2008

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    A few errors, but we all make them...either way it's a great poem! It made me think back to the day my best friend commited suicide..just weeks after he and I had a huge argument.


  • shimmer
    January 20, 2008

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    there were only a few things that i saw wrong here,
    were never far apart
    the were should be we're
    and at the very end of the poem you left out the word best, but even without the word i knew you meant it to be there, would be rather hard to miss, and just naturally my mind read it as if it was there but you might want to add it.

    the poem itself was very touching and it flowed beautifully. you managed to show the love there and how much he is missed while at the same time letting in some light on the pain. thank you for entering the contest and good luck to you