A micropoem by poet POEETERNAL
I lost my best friend to suicide. I write of her from time to time. But she's always on my mind.
A poem about love & loss & loving again. Love hurts...
"My darling husband, I can't look at your face, I made a promise but it went to waste. The lovely day when we became one, and the lovely night when we planned our son. But now I've never felt so low before, I don't want to look in your eyes anymore. I saw your pain … Continue reading My Son Part 2: The Note Beneath His Pillow