Who am I to expect
explanation, Who am I to begrudge your
silence? And even if you had told
me, What could I have
done? Your head was so full of things I
could never know; Such a heavy burden - and
yet You chose to take it upon
yourself. You never once let the pain
show, You never once searched for
sympathy. Even at the end you were so
acceptant, so brave. All those years of pain, and I knew
nothing, Until the tragic end. Then my heart absorbed the pain you
left behind, Dragging me under its wave, a wave of
misery and bitterness. It should not happen to anyone
- But why, WHY did it have to happen to
you? Such talent in your beautiful
being, Such generous warmth in your
heart, So much you could still have given to
this world. If you were angry and
bitter, You hid it remarkably
well. If you were afraid, It never showed. You left us the way you intended
- With quiet dignity; Few could have managed to do
that. But then, I always knew you were a
one-off. I'll never lose this anger inside
me That bitterly resents you being
taken. I'll never lose the pain in my
heart, Caused by the void of your
existence. Just as I'll never lose the
pride That you were truly a mountain of
strength, More dignified than any other
being, And braver than it seems possible to
be.
