2004-03-11: 12:09 a.m.

One Less Friend

I arrive at your door, out of breath
I ran when they told me of your death
No, I said, it could not be happening
Yesterday we had just been talking

You shared the pain of all these years
And I tried to soothe your living fears
You tried doubly hard to stay afloat
But the storms had destroyed your boat

I told you that there was more to life
But you ignored my words and took the knife
I tried to stop you but it was too late
Your pain gave way to despairing hate

I stand here now in pain and sorrow
As my tears fall on your glass window
I cry because I failed to let you know-
Without you, I have one less friend tomorrow...