God, I was so excited..
nervous and scared..
Finally going home
after seventeen years..
I left right out of school..
I couldn't wait to leave that state..
and all the memories of confinement,
loneliness, and hate..
So I left..
and never looked back..
I left good friends..
and bittersweet memories..
I left these all
so selfishly..
But as the years went by..
I started to feel an emptiness..
growing deep inside..
A longing for the familiar
the good and the bad..
A longing for old friends..
I wish I still had..
So I booked my flight.. anxiously..
Made my plans of friends to see..
First on the list was my best friend Matt..
Time to renew our childhood pack..
We had talked once and a while
over the years..
He was always the one
who could stop my tears..
We met in a school.. run by the state..
Not a nice place.. but it was our fate..
We were instantly family..
He was the brother I never had..
Someone I could trust..
with secrets good and bad..
He talked me up
when I wanted to die..
He bandaged my arms..
when I attempted suicide..
He was my first..
The first one to phone..
To say ..
Guess what I'm coming home..
Coming home to lean on you again..
Coming home so you can fill
this emptiness within..
So I called his Moms..
just to say hi..
and to alert her I was coming
but keep it a surprise..
It seemed my timing was perfect
in a warped Ironic way..
As she told me he had killed himself..
just the other day..
Hung himself with a sheet
The funeral was planned
for the following week..
Ohh God I screamed..
Not my Matt..
God, I beg you bring him back..
I felt this darkness growing
so deep within my heart..
as if someone was ripping
my very soul apart ..
His tombstone has an angel..
I put it into the ground myself..
She is holding a star toward heaven..
As if to offer help..
Inscribed on the star is written..
To Matt with all my love..
May you dance with the angels..
and finally find peace above.
I hope that he sees me..
through heavens golden gates..
I wish I could have told him
how much I loved him to his face..
and how sorry I was for being
just a few damn days to late.
I'm sorry!!
To Matt Mancl .. with all my love forever.. I miss you!!!
Hard to get past the if only's when something like this happens, but we do and we go on a bit sadder and wiser...I wish you only the best, and may you be blessed with your best year ever in 2003!;-)
it is not what we've done/
that rips us up/
it is the "what ifs"/
the "if onlys" and /
"why didn't i's" that/
causes us the most pain./
beautiful, pain filled write
john+
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on December 31, 2002
I just read your poem and cried. Oh God Erica, you have had so many tragic moments in your life. So many hard knocks. I can understand your sadness and pain and psychological torture. Hold my hand dear, and let's walk away to the Heavens to take a rest and be safe form all the strife. Bill
Reviewed by J John (Reader)
Reviewed on December 31, 2002
:(( seems so oftern fate can be very very cruel.. im sorry for your loss ... j
Rovella is a beautiful woman with a cold heart whom blames herself for an unfortunate old family secret that is literally ruining her life. This secret impedes a gorgeous woman from having happiness in her childhood, and throughout her life. Dark sec
A page-turning novel about a relationship between best friends that is interrupted because of betrayal , deceit, sexual promiscuity and pregnancy happens!
and I can tell you this,
he knows.
Erica you have an amazing soul, and I am glad and proud that our paths have crossed.
josie
that rips us up/
it is the "what ifs"/
the "if onlys" and /
"why didn't i's" that/
causes us the most pain./
beautiful, pain filled write
john+
Jack
Warm Love,
Britt