Something Lost EM Whitman

 

I see her walk, then her phone drops, away from her ear.

Mouth wide, tears, she cries, water pouring from her eyes.

I could tell from the sight that someone held her tight, not tonight.

She’s now on the ground looking like a sad dear.

I bet the thought of her getting up, she despised.

In a battle with sadness and despair, she’s losing the fight.

 

My feet draw near to her, and I crouch beside her.

My arms stretch wide around her, and I whisper, “Who was it?”

She took a shaky breath and said, “My best friend.”

Not all pain is physical, but emotion can be a heartbreaker.

“What was their name?” She was shaking; I could feel it from where I sit.

 I let her cry, she needs to get on by, I know to her, this felt like the end.

 

Her eyes up, glossy, she croaks, “Liv.”

I then find my eyes leaking; I, too, have experienced loss.

“I bet she was great and loved you dearly, like a sister.”

She tells me she wants these feelings to leave.

I tell her, “God has a plan, He’s the boss.”

“You’re right.” Her voice cracked. “I’m just going to miss her!”

 

“Not everything from her is gone, I say, because you have memories here to stay.”

She stands up and nods, “I just don’t want to feel the hurt.”

“No one wants someone they love to be lost.” She said almost in a whisper.

“Yes, but they can be found where your memories were shared, like the bay…

Or when you had way too much fun in the dirt.

Remember these times and let them shine like glitter.”