I lost my only true friend yesterday.
The depth of my grief catches me off guard
And I find myself sobbing openly
My sorrow is my own, without gender or shame
And I helplessly bow to it
I understand why this had to occur and have planned for it
In that false-confidant, not quite yet, kind of way
But my heart aches for my soft child of seventeen summers
That I adored
As I tragically dismantle the flimsy physical evidence
Of our life together
And hold these simple totems in my trembling hands
I see her
I see her
I see her

8/26/05
Jamie Colbert
Turlock